Back at my sweet home in Alabama
June 08, 2008
Oh my gosh… did we sleep late today. 8 o’clock!
Got packed up and rode around, talked to some cleanup people—the moms (mostly) of Enterprise High School basketball players—who did the deed to raise funds for the basketball program. There was trash a plenty—mostly beer cans and water bottles, but not near as bad as you might think.
We took our time riding around and made as much noise as we could going back to our little spot in the woods on the corner of the campgrounds. It is payback, you understand. You were loud LAST night, now it’s our turn. Most of the folks already out or packing up at 9 were, uh, us older fans. The kids hung in, including the two in the tent that snuck in right by our trailer hitch sometime Friday night. I can’t recall where they were from. A 10 license plate and an Auburn shirt.
Finally had to rouse them. Gotta go!!
Headed straight to Ozark on Highway 27. What a great motorcycle ridin’ road. No traffic at all. Went straight to Inland and dumped the .... you know. Think of that movie, was it Christmas Vacation with Randy Quaid where he dumped the _____er in the city drain. Well, the husband wasn’t in his robe, but the Wards be lookin’ rough this morning.
The dirty deed done, we pulled into Braxton Bend in Dothan a little after 10:30 and started unloading. Packing up is not fun. Unpacking is less so.
The new kitty, Chloe, was happy to see us. Her pooper needed dumping too….. and things looked pretty much like we left them. Husband is busy with all kinds of outside tasks. I’ve done a load of wash, but had to mow under the clothes line before I could get to it.
Yeah, didn’t expect all that rain while we were gone. NOT! I know, who hangs clothes out anymore? Well, I do. I am sure most neighborhoods, including mine, prohibit it, but show me some green. I am preserving electricity. Today, only, I worship the sun which I have spent three days cursing, as my tank tops and underwear flap in the breeze. BREEZE?! That’s humidity.
So I get outside to the mower and what happens? I get in fire ants. I go the whole weekend in Ethiopia without a bite and in my own back yard I am attacked like a small dog. In my own back yard.
Alright. This party is over. Hittin’ the oh-my-god-how-wonderful-is-this showers. Then, I go to work and type obituaries. Somebody remind me how much I like doing this, please. Today, I need reminding.
Cya
