By Jim McDonald
laid down to sleep a while ago
wasn’t sleepy I was hungry
wondered what to eat
thought about the frig
nothing to eat just water
steak no to heavy
hot wings at hooters
yes spicy chicken
yes skimpy clothes
yes spicy women
now I can’t breath
plumb tuckered out
just thinking about it
tired, exhausted, totally rung out
now I can roll over and fall a sleep
now I have too
Jim’s words: Shirley, ninja & blow-dry
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. They just moved there four days ago and she left two nights later. Like a NINJA vanishing in the middle of the night. Leaving not a trace only a note saying, I don’t feel it anymore, SHIRLEY.
The last thing he remembers saying to her before he went to work was, “Every time I want to talk, you pull that noisy thing out and BLOW-DRY your hair. Sometimes I think you do it just to drown me out.” She never acknowledged his presence, so he left.
Dawn streamed through the window the next morning and he hadn’t slept a wink. All he thought about, was why. He knew they had problems, but not this bad.
How could he possibly run an investigation into the death of that stranger with all this on his mind. His second day on the job as the Sloan Sheriff and he didn’t need this crap.
I would like to introduce my cousin Jenny. She is on the Robinson’s side of the tree and I’m on the Adam’s side. We are adding her as a guest blogger.
Jenny’s blog will be called “Reminiscin’ with Jenny,” including a wide variety of topics centering on family stories, family recipes and genealogy.
Jenny Johnson Manuel is a published freelance writer who loves to reminisce about growing up in Johnson County Tennessee during the fifties and sixties. She is also an avid genealogist. She claims kin to over 40,000 entries in her genealogy database.
Past
One night in the basement of the Lanham house, I was watching the movie It. Up to then, I had never been more frightened than that night. That show wouldn’t hold a candle to the horror flicks of today. The outer space genre was just getting off the ground.
Back to the basement. I was all by myself on the couch while the rest of the family was upstairs. The stairs were to the left in the middle of the basement and the television was to the right. With an simple turn of the head you can see both. Dad yelled down to turn the TV and light off and come up stairs, but the light was next to the TV. Turning off the light would put me walking twenty five feet, then up thirteen steps in pitch black darkness.
The monster “It” was in the basement…. Somewhere. However, the light kept him away from me….for the time being anyway.
I was so afaid. What you do?
Present
Today was extremely humid, so I stayed indoors. The sun bakes my fiberglass boat, anything past eighty five degrees puts a strain on my window air conditioner. It keeps running but it can’t keep up. COPD can be a killer.
The “happy” for the day was, when a friend dropped off a slab of ribs. He is the best smoker I know.
Plans
Me and a cousin Jenny are talking about adding her as a guest blogger. Her blogs would be of her and her time with her grand mother. Short little stories combined with her favorite recipes.
The Houseboat Poet 