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Friday, April 27, 2012

moment remembered



This Moment

"A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."



“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted fromSouleMama which was introduced to me by Sarah-Jane. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

lot of tomatoes


Life happens, we have made a recovery from the wind damage to our home, it’s like new, but our daily live are still having trouble getting back to normal.  The old lawn mower, well it died, and the wife needs my help to get around with her broken ankle. There is a lot of house and yard work to be done, which leaves little time to write. Just when I thought I could get back to writing my laptop took a header off the table, so I have it to fix, I think that the hard drive is done. The computer room i.e. my office still looks like ground zero with all the boxes of paper and things that need to find a place. Last Friday I was all set to work on the blog here, but the internet went down, they are running fiber optic cable in our neighborhood, just got it back last night. Some year ago I rode a wild pony name Whirl Wind, made the whole eight second, out there in the Wells Nevada rodeo.  I even got a buckle for my efforts. You know this seems like more than an eight second ride.

Here is an old story I heard some time back, well quite a while back, I don’t know the truth of it but it a fun story.

There was this fellar who was hiking across country. It was about noon and he was a might hungry. Just the other side of the fence was a tomato patch. He looked around and could not see anyone. So he helped himself to some bright red tomatoes. He was enjoying himself when the owner of the patch showed up. It was the widow Johnson. She was fit to be tied with the fellar eating her tomatoes he had ate all the ripe ones.  She let into him saying “You’re going to have to pay for this, or I will call the sheriff”.   He said “Ma I am sorry but I don’t have any money, Can I do some work to pay for them?” She said “ok you give me a half a day of work and I will forget the whole thing.”  She set him to chopping wood and pulling weed from her yard and garden. It was late and supper time. She feed him a fair supper and told him he could sleep under the clothes line.

Well he settled in to get some sleep as it was a hard day. Just as he was falling to sleep the wind started to blow the clothes on the line.  He rolled over to get out of the way of the wet slapping garments hanging on the line. But the wind found a way to slap him again.  In a fit of rage he pulled them off the line and gave them a toss.  The next morning the widow Johnson being an early riser went out to check on her new boarder expecting him to be long gone. When she saw her clean laundry thrown all over the yard, she took after the fellar with a broom.  You are going to pay for this or I will call the sheriff.  Again he pleaded for his life and said I will work off the debt.

She set him to doing all sort of work, cleaning the barn and bringing in the hay, washing the clothes he had soiled, then hanging them out to dry. She set him up a place to sleep on the porch swing, feed him a good supper, then said “you be gone in the morning.”

Well he was very tired after all the chores she had him do. He washed up a bit and shaved. Then he settled in to sleep on the porch swing. Just as he was falling to sleep this cat started to rub him all over his face, again in a fit of rage he grabbed the cat and gave it a clean shave as clean as a billiard ball. Well when old widow Johnson saw the pile of fur on the porch and her cat shaved with cuts and nicks here and there, she grabbed the shotgun.  He again found himself pleading for his life. She fired a shot off in the air then said “you are going to pay for this or I will call the sheriff.  He said I will do anything to make up for this.  She said alright you paint the barn and clean up this mess you can sleep in the barn when you are done, but you be gone in the morning.

He painted the barn inside and out, it was getting late and he was worn out from climbing all over the barn and painting.  He set the pail of paint down and started to make a bed in the straw, when the mule kicked the pail covering him and his bed in paint. So without thinking he proceeded to paint the mule.

The next morning the widow Johnson saw the mess and called the sheriff.  When the sheriff showed up she told him to arrest the fellar. The sheriff asks “what do I charge him with?” She said stealing tomatoes. The fellar replied I pay her back for the tomatoes by chopping wood.  The sheriff said that was not a reason to arrest him. Then the widow Johnson said, “Well he ripped of her pants then he shaved her pussy an then he painted her ass red.”  The fellar said please take me to jail. LOL!

I hope you liked this old story. It is my hope to get back to writing on a more regular basis. For now, I have to get back to the things that life demands.  

Thank you for stopping by and god bless.

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