'It's good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it's good, too, to make sure that you haven't lost the things that money can't buy.”
George Horace Lorimer
Hi Drivellers, Well, aren't we just 2 scoops of grumpy in a bowl full of bitchy this morning? It is chilly, cloudy and rainy. Typical Iowa fall day. Oh well, I am inside writing this blog and I am dry.
There is a very nice song published in 1970 by Jerry Jeff Walker and later recorded by many artists including Bob Dylan. I have listened to it a lot lately and just can't get it out of my head. You have all had a song like that I am sure. The version made popular by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band on their Uncle Charlie album is my favorite. There is an interview preceding the song with Uncle Charlie and his dog Ted. Very, very cool. Sing along; here we go; I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe. He jumped so high, he jumped so high; then he'd lightly touch down. I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was down and out. He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out. He talked of life, he talked of life, he laughed, clicked his heels and stepped. He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick across the cell. He grabbed his pants, a better stance; oh, he jumped so high. Then he clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, he let go a laugh. Pushed back his clothes all around. He danced for those in minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south. He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he traveled about. The dog up and died; He up and died; after twenty years he still grieves. He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks for drinks and tips but most the time I spend behind these county bars. He said I drinks a bit. He shook his head and as he shook his head. I heard someone ask him please, please Mr. Bojangles dance.
Busy week last week. Didn't know if I was coming or going at times. On Tuesday I think I passed myself coming and going to Iowa City. I ventured into the realm of Gastrointestinal. I took a hydrogen breath test. Yes, this was a new one on me. Basically, the day before you spend 12 hours eating nothing but 3 slices of bread, white rice, potatoes, baked or broiled uncoated chicken or fish. This is followed by fasting for 12 hours. Next, you get to blow into a bag and collect its contents. This blow and collect is repeated every 15 minutes for 3 hours. Other than starving to death the test is no big deal. The sitting in the waiting room is the big deal. This room was the most spartan of all waiting rooms. It did not have a TV, it had about 4 magazines and 4 workstations to watch DVD's on. You are not allowed to sleep, exercise or drink during the test. The good news is I passed the test; the bad news, I get to do another one this coming week and it is 5 hours long. OMG. I did make certain that I set by a window. Watching the grass grow was really exciting.
I had a great guy come in and replace my driveway. I was shocked that the old asphalt being removed was only about 2 inches thick. I replaced it with concrete. It is four inches thick. Surprisingly, he did the whole job by himself. He did a really good job. It was nip and tuck for a while though. Seems as though someone approached him and complained about where he parked his truck. Good Grief, it was only parked in front of my house for crying out loud. Plus it was only there for a short time. Thought he was going to walk off the job but my current wife smoothed it over. I, fortunately, was in Iowa City. The wind and leaves, however, failed to cooperate with my job. I now have a driveway unexpectedly decorated with leaf imprints. Ugh!!! Everyone that has seen it thinks it is kind of cool but I'm not sure I believe them. It is nice that they didn't laugh in my presence though. At the end of the day, you learn how to appreciate a driveway. It is a bummer to have to walk way out to the street every time you want to go somewhere.
Speaking of puppies, it is GREAT to see that Kinnick is finally feeling better. His allergies seem to be going away and he is one happy Labrador again. Not to be a buzz kill but Max caught Kennel cough from somewhere. It doesn't really slow him down any except when he stops to hack. Meds are being administered to both Max and Barney and seems to be doing the trick. Do I really want a puppy?
Ralph, a friend of mine, was driving home late one afternoon, and he was driving above the speed limit. He notices a police car with its red lights on in his rear view mirror. Ralph thinks "I can outrun this guy," so he floors it and the race is on. The cars are racing down the highway – 60, 70, 80, 90 miles an hour. Finally, as his speedometer passes 100, Ralph figures he can't outrun the cop and gives up. He pulls over to the curb. The police officer gets out of his cruiser and approaches the car. He leans down and says "Listen mister, I've had a really lousy day, and I just want to go home. Give me a good excuse and I'll let you go."
Ralph thought for a moment and said, "Three weeks ago, my wife ran off with a police officer. When I saw your cruiser in my rear view mirror, I thought you were that officer and you were trying to give her back to me! The police officer said to Ralph, “Have a good evening.” turned around, got in his car and drove off. Ralph said he couldn't believe his luck.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service. – Until we meet again -TA!
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