Dagnabit

I had my heart set on it.My mouth was watering thinking about what was to come.My taste buds were at full attention.In short I could hardly wait for supper.

Chili.

Yes chili and a toasted/grilled cheese sandwich was the alternative for supper tonight.I noticed this as soon as my fuzzy eyes could focus on the expanded menu this morning.

Chili or baked fish let me think this over hmmm chili of course was my choice.Didn't even have to think that one over.

More I thought about that delicious homemade chili the hunger set in deep.Two bowls was my idea of a filling supper.

Told my CNA to please put in my order.In fact I told another CNA to check on my request just to make sure.

I was chili hungry and didn't want to leave anything to chance.

Watching the clock as it moved ever so slowly making it's way to 5 pm supper time.

It's finally time.The supper cart has arrived.Soon I would be devouring those bowls of chili.

You must not like fish the CNA who delivered my tray said you have a hot dog.

Wait.A hot dog?A hot dog with my chili right?That's what you mean yes?

No.

As that farmer McDonald in the Geico commercial who is in the spelling contest and his word is cow spell cow...cow...spells cow right but add a eieio at the end like in the song who realizes his mistake says dagnabbit I just realized no chili no two bowls of chili no two bowls of chili with a toasted/grilled cheese sandwich for me cause the Hospital didn't send any.

Any way today is National Hot Dog Day and I got two with classic Lays chips.All is not lost.

Dagnabit like farmer McDonald said.

Dagnabit!

Porch swing memories

Porch swing memories.

Summertime sitting on the porch just a swinging in the swing that is what I'm thinking about this morning.

How high can you make it go.That dreaded fear in back of your mind that the chains on the swing might break and that thought brings you down to a more safer swinging speed.

Just sitting on a summer afternoon watching the sun set talking with someone who you enjoy the conversation with.

That was Daddy's and mine time.After supper let's go to the porch he would say and off with my cup of fresh brewed Folgers coffee and little Hav-A-Tampa cigar we went Daddy with his snuff or chewing tobacco.No serious talk just enjoying the company.

A time  when neighbors stopped by for chats and people driving by that you waved at.

Night time summer porch swinging memories made of this.Fireflies and the sound of crickets and cicadas mixed with the smell of honeysuckle and formosa.

When I get to Heaven I hope there is a big porch with a swing waiting on me.