It's been a busy three days since I posted on Tuesday. I got the Madison house rented by simply putting a sign in the yard, didn't have to fool with the classifieds. And I actually got the repair work finished before the new tenants move in this week-end.
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I made a mad-dash to Memphis, arriving at Benji's at exactly 4:30, just as he had asked. They had an early dinner date due to Karen having an 8 PM class to teach. Pip and I wore each other out rough-housing on the bed while Shrek II played on the TV. I took a break to eat a snack-supper, went back to get him and he was sound asleep, much to his parents' consternation when they came in. Gramma's dirty diaper detector was out of order, too, so if I weren't his grandmother, they probably wouldn't ask me to keep him again.
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I persuaded my unhappy sweetheart to let me make the trip without him. The stress of a joint trip is hazardous to my health, the BP especially, and I told him it was the nicest Valentine he could give me. So after taking care of business with the new renters in Madison, Mike and I had lunch at the Strawberry Cafe, and I hit the road around 1:00. I had boarded the dogs at the vet's earlier so they could get their annual check-ups, so that made it easier for Mike.
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With everybody leaving for school before 8 this morning, my stay was brief, but sweet. Pip actually looked sad to see me go. I left him with a new duffle bag full of Play-Dough and PD implements for his birthday, which he seemed to really like. Maybe he inherited his grandfather's talent for sculpting. Richard, Robert and Clayton could make anything with modeling clay. One of their clay projects as children, and there used to be a picture of this, was of all the animals that went in Noah's ark. I don't remember if their ark was made of clay or not, but all the animals were. Marguerite saved some of them by baking (?) them.
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Oh, remember when I said I miss the sound of trains during the night? Well, I know where to go if I start missing them again - Benji's house. Midtown Memphis must be a major switch site. I heard them plenty, until I went to sleep and every time I woke up. Nice.
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Rather than taking I-55 back to Jackson, I got off in Southhaven and took Hwy 51 South, or the Scenic Route. I got as far as Grenada before I opted out for speed rather than scenery. Every other car headed South on 55 was from Illinois, which I learned later were mostly Chicago Bulls fans headed for New Orleans and the NBA All-Star game. Many fans are also putting in volunteer time on Katrina recovery efforts in the city.
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I personally encountered "a fan" at a rest stop, a young woman who had "LEBRON JAMES" emblazoned across the seat of her pants. She was driving a very fast black Dodge charger (they had passed me earlier, so you know they were flying). She and her two friends were taking turns making pictures of each other, so I offered to make one of all three of them together, for which they thanked me profusely. They were headed for the Big Easy, and I hope they made it safely. Some of the volunteers?
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I just got a note from Mary Ann saying she's been diagnosed with high blood pressure. Seems they spent Valentine's Day at the hospital ER. She had chest pains and there is a lot of heart disease on her mother's side of the family, so I'm glad they gave her a thorough check-up. Let's keep her in our prayers.
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My dream this morning before being awakened by Benji's sweet kiss on my cheek was of sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, all were children who were trying to be as messy and naughty as children can be. I didn't know Karen and Mary Ann as children and have trouble imagining that they were ever naughty or messy, but in my dream they were all just wild with mischief. I was trying to get them to clean up their messes, but they were paying me no attention whatsoever. I was about ready to put them all in time-out. Then Skippy appeared and told me to let them play and that he would help me clean up later. Wonder what that was all about?
Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions.
Edward Cayce
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I made a mad-dash to Memphis, arriving at Benji's at exactly 4:30, just as he had asked. They had an early dinner date due to Karen having an 8 PM class to teach. Pip and I wore each other out rough-housing on the bed while Shrek II played on the TV. I took a break to eat a snack-supper, went back to get him and he was sound asleep, much to his parents' consternation when they came in. Gramma's dirty diaper detector was out of order, too, so if I weren't his grandmother, they probably wouldn't ask me to keep him again.
.
I persuaded my unhappy sweetheart to let me make the trip without him. The stress of a joint trip is hazardous to my health, the BP especially, and I told him it was the nicest Valentine he could give me. So after taking care of business with the new renters in Madison, Mike and I had lunch at the Strawberry Cafe, and I hit the road around 1:00. I had boarded the dogs at the vet's earlier so they could get their annual check-ups, so that made it easier for Mike.
.
With everybody leaving for school before 8 this morning, my stay was brief, but sweet. Pip actually looked sad to see me go. I left him with a new duffle bag full of Play-Dough and PD implements for his birthday, which he seemed to really like. Maybe he inherited his grandfather's talent for sculpting. Richard, Robert and Clayton could make anything with modeling clay. One of their clay projects as children, and there used to be a picture of this, was of all the animals that went in Noah's ark. I don't remember if their ark was made of clay or not, but all the animals were. Marguerite saved some of them by baking (?) them.
.
Oh, remember when I said I miss the sound of trains during the night? Well, I know where to go if I start missing them again - Benji's house. Midtown Memphis must be a major switch site. I heard them plenty, until I went to sleep and every time I woke up. Nice.
.
Rather than taking I-55 back to Jackson, I got off in Southhaven and took Hwy 51 South, or the Scenic Route. I got as far as Grenada before I opted out for speed rather than scenery. Every other car headed South on 55 was from Illinois, which I learned later were mostly Chicago Bulls fans headed for New Orleans and the NBA All-Star game. Many fans are also putting in volunteer time on Katrina recovery efforts in the city.
.
I personally encountered "a fan" at a rest stop, a young woman who had "LEBRON JAMES" emblazoned across the seat of her pants. She was driving a very fast black Dodge charger (they had passed me earlier, so you know they were flying). She and her two friends were taking turns making pictures of each other, so I offered to make one of all three of them together, for which they thanked me profusely. They were headed for the Big Easy, and I hope they made it safely. Some of the volunteers?
.
I just got a note from Mary Ann saying she's been diagnosed with high blood pressure. Seems they spent Valentine's Day at the hospital ER. She had chest pains and there is a lot of heart disease on her mother's side of the family, so I'm glad they gave her a thorough check-up. Let's keep her in our prayers.
.
My dream this morning before being awakened by Benji's sweet kiss on my cheek was of sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, all were children who were trying to be as messy and naughty as children can be. I didn't know Karen and Mary Ann as children and have trouble imagining that they were ever naughty or messy, but in my dream they were all just wild with mischief. I was trying to get them to clean up their messes, but they were paying me no attention whatsoever. I was about ready to put them all in time-out. Then Skippy appeared and told me to let them play and that he would help me clean up later. Wonder what that was all about?
Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions.
Edward Cayce
1 comment:
Yeah, you could say we're near a major switch yard--it's probably the biggest one in three states. ;-) If you ever get tired of train whistles, there's always FedEx flying low to also provide some white noise (which is how you come to live with it after awhile--it's all white noise). Glad you enjoyed your stay at scenic, urban Chez BoGo.
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