Well, Whatta You Say, When There Aint Much To Say?
Been a lot going on around Bootleg Hollow these past few days.Not really in the Hollow, but around the area.
Yesterday morning I went down to the Lab and had the vampires draw off a gallon or two of that red stuff so my doctor would quit pestercating me. No news is good news and the doctor's assistant called me this afternoon with the news--"Your cholesterol is 204." And I waited for the rest of the report. And I waited and then I said, "And?" "Oh, that's all. Everything else was just about like last time (which was nine months ago.)" "Triglycerides?" "Same as last time, nothing to worry about. He says just keep up,the good work on the cholesterol and keep on the same med schedule. OK?"
Well, whatta you do, except say, "OK."
On the way back from the lab, I decided to go to the Post Office to pick up the mail and signalled for a left turn onto Alt. 10. Bad news. Road was blocked. When I got home I turned on the news and was informed that there had been a triple fatal wreck out at Edens Branch.
Well, whatta you do, except say, "There but for the grace of God is me." Someone made a terrible driving error and three lives were snuffed out, snap, just like that. MAkes you want to drive a little more defensively, if that is possible.
So later in the day my wife says she need to have a prescription refilled. I get on the phone and order it and it will be ready after 12:45 pm. That gives me time to get out and spread fertilizer with weed killer over the yard, everywhere except around the garden area. So after linch, I start out to get the prescription and am coming up on the first road into/out of Guyan Estates. A guy in an older model convertible, with top down, is coming toward Alt. 10 and is not slowing very rapidly. I hit the brakes, thank God, and managed to get slowed to the point that I could see there was nothing coming toward me in the southbound lane, moved all the way over to keep from hitting said freak, and continued my trip, after, of course, giving a him a good verbal assault (My windows were down, too.) The guy behind me came to a stop and really let him have it--but still mouth only.
Well, whatta you say, except, "Glad I got good brakes and a great vocabulary."
So I do all the things on my list and return home. I then put bug killer and fertilizer with crabgrass preventer in the spreader and do the whole yard all over again. And after that, I kinda stank like bug killer and fertilizer (not surprising since a constant wind was blowing all the time) and came in and took a shower. And I'd sure like to know where I put it 'cause I could use another one.
Well, whatta you say, except, "Phew!"
Yesterday morning I went down to the Lab and had the vampires draw off a gallon or two of that red stuff so my doctor would quit pestercating me. No news is good news and the doctor's assistant called me this afternoon with the news--"Your cholesterol is 204." And I waited for the rest of the report. And I waited and then I said, "And?" "Oh, that's all. Everything else was just about like last time (which was nine months ago.)" "Triglycerides?" "Same as last time, nothing to worry about. He says just keep up,the good work on the cholesterol and keep on the same med schedule. OK?"
Well, whatta you do, except say, "OK."
On the way back from the lab, I decided to go to the Post Office to pick up the mail and signalled for a left turn onto Alt. 10. Bad news. Road was blocked. When I got home I turned on the news and was informed that there had been a triple fatal wreck out at Edens Branch.
Well, whatta you do, except say, "There but for the grace of God is me." Someone made a terrible driving error and three lives were snuffed out, snap, just like that. MAkes you want to drive a little more defensively, if that is possible.
So later in the day my wife says she need to have a prescription refilled. I get on the phone and order it and it will be ready after 12:45 pm. That gives me time to get out and spread fertilizer with weed killer over the yard, everywhere except around the garden area. So after linch, I start out to get the prescription and am coming up on the first road into/out of Guyan Estates. A guy in an older model convertible, with top down, is coming toward Alt. 10 and is not slowing very rapidly. I hit the brakes, thank God, and managed to get slowed to the point that I could see there was nothing coming toward me in the southbound lane, moved all the way over to keep from hitting said freak, and continued my trip, after, of course, giving a him a good verbal assault (My windows were down, too.) The guy behind me came to a stop and really let him have it--but still mouth only.
Well, whatta you say, except, "Glad I got good brakes and a great vocabulary."
So I do all the things on my list and return home. I then put bug killer and fertilizer with crabgrass preventer in the spreader and do the whole yard all over again. And after that, I kinda stank like bug killer and fertilizer (not surprising since a constant wind was blowing all the time) and came in and took a shower. And I'd sure like to know where I put it 'cause I could use another one.
Well, whatta you say, except, "Phew!"
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