Tuesday

The recent increase in humidity and decrease in temperature has caused this sweet potato vine to go crazy. Those are not my golf clubs in the lower right hand corner.

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Lou Dobbs referred to sub-prime mortgages today as instruments of madness. Well said.

Our weather turned dry today and the only reason that I bore you with that is, that it has our local television news people scratching their heads and asking the wacky weather guy, when our monsoon moisture will return. Yesterday they were asking when the rain was going to stop. I guess it is all part of setting up the weather guy.

I took advantage of the dry weather to get in some golf today. I started alone and quickly overtook a foursome of very old and very bad golfers. Good golf etiquette dictates that they let me play through, but they were having none of it, so I waited behind them for the first four holes.

Finally at the fourth hole I sat down and waited for a twosome that was coming up behind me. It was a father and son and we played the rest of the round together. The father was about sixty and the son in his mid-twenties.

The father asked how a guy like me was able to "get away" for golf on Tuesday. I proudly told him that I didn't work. For a minute he seemed confused and asked, "You mean like you're retired?" I guess my youthful appearance fooled him. I toyed with the idea of telling him that I had never worked due to my large trust fund, but since I dress like a bum, I figured he wouldn't believe it anyway. That and the fear that he might ask me for money.

It turns out that he is retired too. He said no job could replace the peace of mind retirement has given him. Well said.

I got a call from the Seafood King on the seventeenth hole asking me to stop by one of the restaurants and check out some noise on his telephone line. Based upon his description of the problem I assumed that it would be trouble in the phone company lines, so I called my friend at the phone company and he went over there with me.

The trouble was in the wiring inside the building and we fixed it quickly. I sense that I am becoming the telecommunications guy for the Seafood King's empire. No money, but free fish, what a deal.

I also got a call today from Cletus Sneed and another from his former girlfriend, the mother of the lost Sneed granddaughters. The daily double of annoyance.

As nearly as I can recall, we haven't seen the Sneed granddaughters since sometime last fall. The former girlfriend wanted to know if I had told Cletus that I would buy clothes for the girls? Just like that, out of the blue, no contact for a year and she calls. We made a big deal out of Christmas for the girls last year because their life is such a turmoil. We don't really even know if they received the gifts I delivered to them or if they were sold for drug money because the hillbilly girlfriend would never think to acknowledge them.

The problem is that since they are both compulsive liars, I don't know who is lying here. Did he tell her the clothes-buying story for some nefarious purpose of his own, or is she trying to ask for money, without actually asking?

It isn't that I mind giving to these little girls at all, but they are just used as bait for their creepy parents fishing expeditions. As I have posted before, adopting Cletus was the biggest mistake of our lives. He is like a recurring nightmare.



























Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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