What Can I Say?
It rained today. Really. Droplets of liquid water fell out of the sky for the first time in over a month, giving us a much needed half inch of precipitation before the sun came out late in the afternoon. By nightfall the vegetation was already noticeably greener. And, I could smoke cigars out of doors again! Life is good.
It's kinda airish tonight after the storm front passed through so I decided to built a fire in the fireplace to take the chill off inside the house. As I was starting the fire, it struck me that this is June 3. Southern ladies can now legally wear their white shoes and kids can go barefooted. Yet, here I am building a fire! Oh well, it may take this crazy spring its full measure (June 21) to get itself straightened out. But, if it snows on the Fourth of July ....
The final round of the golf tournament got rained out today. Now, that's a bummer because I had gotten my hair and beard trimmed up last Friday just for it. (Hey, when Matteo sez you need a trim, you probably do. But, talk about parent-child role reversals. I have watched his hair grow for a year on several occassions without comment.) When I asked around town, the consensus was that Kermit was the man. So I entered his shop just across Main Street from the courthouse for that purpose. What a trip!
Now, there is no such a thing as a reservation at Kermit's. It's strictly first come, first served.
"How long?"
"Maybe an hour." (Scissors in one hand and comb in the other, both raised chin height in air; shoulder tips pushed up and ends of mouth turned down in a shrug.)
"How about I go get a cup of coffee?"
"OK, but you'll lose your turn!"
So, I settled in for the wait and got an education on the muzzle velocities of various bullets used for deer hunting, the advantages and disadvantages of hunting from the back of a pickup truck and the rise and fall of the deer population over the decades. I also learned how to tan a cat's hide for use as a banjo head. Alas, the hour's wait passed as if were only a few minutes.
Once in the chair, Kermit and I developed a strategy for my hair (pony tail when it gets long enough) and beard (shorter than it is now). Clip. Snip. Buzz. Done.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Well, $10 I reckon."
I nearly fell out the chair handing him $12 and he invited me back.
Then I had the delightful task of figuring out just what the heck I was going to do with the remaining $16 I would have paid for the same haircut in the flatlands.
Well, first of all, I bought a $10 ticket for the Little River Duck Race next Saturday in which yellow rubber duckies are to be released into the river and if yours is the first to cross the finish line downstream, you win $500. (My duck is number 335, the prettiest -- and hopefully fastest -- in the flock.) The remaining $4500 goes to benefit Shriner's charities.
Then I splurged $1.92 on a cup of freshly made Bear Essentials Cabin Outfitters coffee and a macadamia nut cookie made by Momma Bear herself.
The remaining $4.08 is being held in reserve.
That, folks, is the way life should be. What more can I say?
It's kinda airish tonight after the storm front passed through so I decided to built a fire in the fireplace to take the chill off inside the house. As I was starting the fire, it struck me that this is June 3. Southern ladies can now legally wear their white shoes and kids can go barefooted. Yet, here I am building a fire! Oh well, it may take this crazy spring its full measure (June 21) to get itself straightened out. But, if it snows on the Fourth of July ....
The final round of the golf tournament got rained out today. Now, that's a bummer because I had gotten my hair and beard trimmed up last Friday just for it. (Hey, when Matteo sez you need a trim, you probably do. But, talk about parent-child role reversals. I have watched his hair grow for a year on several occassions without comment.) When I asked around town, the consensus was that Kermit was the man. So I entered his shop just across Main Street from the courthouse for that purpose. What a trip!
Now, there is no such a thing as a reservation at Kermit's. It's strictly first come, first served.
"How long?"
"Maybe an hour." (Scissors in one hand and comb in the other, both raised chin height in air; shoulder tips pushed up and ends of mouth turned down in a shrug.)
"How about I go get a cup of coffee?"
"OK, but you'll lose your turn!"
So, I settled in for the wait and got an education on the muzzle velocities of various bullets used for deer hunting, the advantages and disadvantages of hunting from the back of a pickup truck and the rise and fall of the deer population over the decades. I also learned how to tan a cat's hide for use as a banjo head. Alas, the hour's wait passed as if were only a few minutes.
Once in the chair, Kermit and I developed a strategy for my hair (pony tail when it gets long enough) and beard (shorter than it is now). Clip. Snip. Buzz. Done.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Well, $10 I reckon."
I nearly fell out the chair handing him $12 and he invited me back.
Then I had the delightful task of figuring out just what the heck I was going to do with the remaining $16 I would have paid for the same haircut in the flatlands.
Well, first of all, I bought a $10 ticket for the Little River Duck Race next Saturday in which yellow rubber duckies are to be released into the river and if yours is the first to cross the finish line downstream, you win $500. (My duck is number 335, the prettiest -- and hopefully fastest -- in the flock.) The remaining $4500 goes to benefit Shriner's charities.
Then I splurged $1.92 on a cup of freshly made Bear Essentials Cabin Outfitters coffee and a macadamia nut cookie made by Momma Bear herself.
The remaining $4.08 is being held in reserve.
That, folks, is the way life should be. What more can I say?
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