No Power
Well I guess this will be my first official post in my new journal blog. My original blog became too cluttered with stuff, too diverse articles etc…So being the ultra organized person (professionals call it OCD) that I am, I redid my original blog and made several new blogs to keep the same type of articles together. I must admit that although it is absolutely easier for the reader, it is a much harder job for me. Keeping one blog fresh and new was a full time job, and now currently I have six. I really needed this one to vent my daily rubbish, but the others are of certain importance…at least to me. I have one for my political jargon, that was my original blog, and then I needed one for my animals. I have one for my comedy, you know I get about 100 emails a month from friends and relatives carrying their jokes, links and other stuff, well so I don’t loose them or clutter up my hard drive I thought…let me blog ‘em. Currently it is Saturday night, 11pm and we are in the middle of a bad rainstorm, threats of flooding etc…Well the lights went out about 30 minutes ago and I am just thankful for my laptop, which of course needs a new battery. After this experience, I am going to get one ASAP. We got all the candles out, and dinner was made long ago, even if it wasn’t I have a gas stove so I will give a moment of silence for all the folks who have and electric stove. Okay well with that out of the way, I’ll just yap a bit until the battery dies and then I will just sit here in the candlelight room and think of how spoiled I am. If this were the old days, we would have blown out the lantern long ago and be in bed, we would have to get up before dawn to begin a day of hard physical labor. You might think I am not old enough to remember that stuff, but I was raised by my mom and my grandparents. There was an outhouse and everything. My Uncles farm holds many fond memories for me, including some bad experiences that now are very funny. For instance my uncle’s farm was a dairy farm. His name was Virgil Lasher. He owned over a hundred acres of beautiful land. I cannot remember how many cows he had, but there was a lot. I was jumping back and forth over the trough in the barn that catches all the cow plops. My mother said more than once for me to stop it, that I was going to fall. But I started real young being deaf to authority so guess what? I fell right in it, and was covered from head to toe in cow shit. Well there was no indoor plumbing, as I mentioned before, so I had to get stripped and lay down in the brook, where my mom soaped me up and cleaned my hair. All I remember was the water was dammed cold. I also lost my favorite shoes. They were those black shiny rounded toe shoes with the single strap across your foot. They never did turn up. My uncle was a real pip, quite the character. I remember that my Aunt Anna would nag him and when she started that you would see him casually reach in his pocket and turn off his hearing aid. He only got 2 channels on his old B&W TV, and he always watched wrestling, which he called “rasslin”. One day while he was out in the fields, he found two of his cows shot dead. Some dumb hunters he thought that didn’t know the difference between cows and deer, so he fixed them. With the whitewash used to clean the barn (it was kinda like white paint) he wrote on the sides of his whole herd the word ‘cow’. He didn’t live to be a very old man, in fact they believe he died of being frightened to death. He was in the hospital and was afraid of the surgery he had to get, but he died before he had it. After that my Aunt sold off the milking cows and she lived there on the farm till it was just too much for her alone. She then moved into the garage apartment at her daughter Beverly’s house until she passed away.
-posted by Kimberly Brown @ 10/09/2005 02:31:00 PM
Español | Deutsche | Français | Italiano | Português
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home