12-14-11
TRUE ???? # 44
I told Sharon E, that I would figure out a way for her to drive, without having to buy a vehicle with hand controls. The prototype works well, I think, but Jim might have another viewpoint. Bringing the food to the cafe for the potluck, she drove from her house, which I did not see so therefore cannot verify, and had no problems. She pulled into the cafe parking lot without difficulty, cut three or four donuts, then parked in the handicapped slot,without knocking down the sign, I might add. When I asked for the reason for the donuts, her explanation satisfied me, but Jim might not concur. Sharon knows how to drive and everything, but can't feel her feet with the pedals. Here is how she and I solved the problem, realizing of course that Jim might want to tell a different version.
Can't feel your feet = not knowing how much pressure to apply to the gas pedal and the brake pedal. Since I subscribe to the KISS method for doing most everything, that's what I applied here. (For those who may not be acquainted with the KISS method, it means Keep It Simple, Stupid.)
I converted her vehicle to hand controls for about $4.00 for twine, a couple of eye-bolts, and a couple of small pulleys. Jim drilled the holes in her feet cause I didn't have a drill. We installed one eye bolt in each of her feet, halfway between the ankle and the toes for balance. We decided the pulleys weren't going to work, so we'll save them for another project. Then we tied a big (really big)knot in one end of the twine, pulled the line through the eye-bolt in her right (gas pedal) foot up to the knot, which prevents the twine from going all the way through the eye-bolt. Then we cut the twine to a proper length to reach and tie to, her right arm. We first took the twine up through the steering wheel, but then discovered that made her pedals do strange things every time she turned the wheel, so outside the steering wheel is the way to go.
Then we just repeated the procedure for the left (braking) foot. Since you never have to use the brake and the gas pedal at the same time, she is always left with one arm to steer with. Very simple. To go, let your right arm(gas pedal arm)down toward the steering wheel. To slow, raise your arm up a little. Braking is even easier. Remember, she can feel and use her leg. Just step on the brake pedal and push down until the damn thing stops.
Donuts? Jim was little worried as she pulled into the parking lot and stepped out before the vehicle stopped completely. Sharon wanted to see if he could reach back in and grab a turkey before she had to park.
Gemini Man
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
TRUE ???? # 43
TRUE ???? # 43
***** Remember, when you see the stars, what follows is TRUE, no S??t.
The cafe's annual fall get together pot luck supper, this year called: "The In-Between Thanksgiving and Christmas Holiday Pot Luck Feast", ( TIBTACHPLF) will be held TUESDAY, DECEMBER 13. Bring a dish and $3.00 per person. Get particulars and sign up at cafe. *****
The Semi-Wild Bunch (if they are not all present, then they are only a semi-wild bunch) were in the back room this morning, so I went back and told them I was on a fact gathering mission, and couldn't sit down and visit. I asked them several questions, which they answered with alacrity and without hesitation. I knew what their answers would be, but I'm forced to act like all journalists and overlook the news while printing the "fluff". Suffice it to say, the "semi-wild bunch had nothing to hide, and I wasn't looking for anything anyway.
The same cannot be said of Carol. This morning, (another "this morning," and not the same one as above.), I saw Carol leave the cafe carrying two very large purses. I asked her if she couldn't find a bigger purse, and she said "no", glibly. That made me suspicious. We all know Carol doesn't do "glib". One of these purses would have held the left-over luggage that wouldn't fit in a Volkswagon, and the other one would have held the Volkswagon. During the course of the day, I skulked, sneaked, followed, and largely went un-detected. Carol teamed up with Jim and Sharon, Pat, Chester and Sally, and went to the "back 40" of the property of one of the Wild Bunch. I was unable to ascertain which of the "bunch" owned the property, but Jay met them there, so it might be his property.
All of them gathered at a HUGE, dead Live Oak tree. Carol, Sharon, Pat, and Sally climbed up the tree, some going higher than others, until they were strung out from about 6 feet off the ground nearly to the top. Jay, being the tallest, handed something up to the lowest in the tree, which was passed on up the chain to near the top. I could see each item passed up was attached to a rope so that it was a string of whatever it was all tied together, while Sharon, who was the uppermost in the tree was putting each item into a hole in the tree, and presumably lowering it down inside the tree on the rope. Luckily I had on my camo clothes, so the bunch couldn't see me as I sneaked to within a few yards of the happening.
It then became clear that all the items going into the tree were non-perishable things from the cafe. Coffee, flour, beans and such. I crept away pondering (this is one of those times when I ponder) what was going on. Later in the day, a thought came to me. I should have asked the semi-Wild Bunch if they were hoarding stuff. I believe they would have told me the truth just like they always do and said: "Yes, we are hoarding stuff." If I had done that, you'd be reading the whole truth and not my supposition. As it is, I can only surmise that The Wild Bunch have figured out that a depression is coming, with food in short supply, and if that happens, hoarding would be illegal. So, while hoarding is NOT illegal, they are squirreling away stuff the cafe will need to keep feeding us in the manner to which we have become accustomed.
Carol, remember I like Extra crunchy peanut butter.
Gemini Man
Copyright 2011
Geminiauthor.blogspot,com
***** Remember, when you see the stars, what follows is TRUE, no S??t.
The cafe's annual fall get together pot luck supper, this year called: "The In-Between Thanksgiving and Christmas Holiday Pot Luck Feast", ( TIBTACHPLF) will be held TUESDAY, DECEMBER 13. Bring a dish and $3.00 per person. Get particulars and sign up at cafe. *****
The Semi-Wild Bunch (if they are not all present, then they are only a semi-wild bunch) were in the back room this morning, so I went back and told them I was on a fact gathering mission, and couldn't sit down and visit. I asked them several questions, which they answered with alacrity and without hesitation. I knew what their answers would be, but I'm forced to act like all journalists and overlook the news while printing the "fluff". Suffice it to say, the "semi-wild bunch had nothing to hide, and I wasn't looking for anything anyway.
The same cannot be said of Carol. This morning, (another "this morning," and not the same one as above.), I saw Carol leave the cafe carrying two very large purses. I asked her if she couldn't find a bigger purse, and she said "no", glibly. That made me suspicious. We all know Carol doesn't do "glib". One of these purses would have held the left-over luggage that wouldn't fit in a Volkswagon, and the other one would have held the Volkswagon. During the course of the day, I skulked, sneaked, followed, and largely went un-detected. Carol teamed up with Jim and Sharon, Pat, Chester and Sally, and went to the "back 40" of the property of one of the Wild Bunch. I was unable to ascertain which of the "bunch" owned the property, but Jay met them there, so it might be his property.
All of them gathered at a HUGE, dead Live Oak tree. Carol, Sharon, Pat, and Sally climbed up the tree, some going higher than others, until they were strung out from about 6 feet off the ground nearly to the top. Jay, being the tallest, handed something up to the lowest in the tree, which was passed on up the chain to near the top. I could see each item passed up was attached to a rope so that it was a string of whatever it was all tied together, while Sharon, who was the uppermost in the tree was putting each item into a hole in the tree, and presumably lowering it down inside the tree on the rope. Luckily I had on my camo clothes, so the bunch couldn't see me as I sneaked to within a few yards of the happening.
It then became clear that all the items going into the tree were non-perishable things from the cafe. Coffee, flour, beans and such. I crept away pondering (this is one of those times when I ponder) what was going on. Later in the day, a thought came to me. I should have asked the semi-Wild Bunch if they were hoarding stuff. I believe they would have told me the truth just like they always do and said: "Yes, we are hoarding stuff." If I had done that, you'd be reading the whole truth and not my supposition. As it is, I can only surmise that The Wild Bunch have figured out that a depression is coming, with food in short supply, and if that happens, hoarding would be illegal. So, while hoarding is NOT illegal, they are squirreling away stuff the cafe will need to keep feeding us in the manner to which we have become accustomed.
Carol, remember I like Extra crunchy peanut butter.
Gemini Man
Copyright 2011
Geminiauthor.blogspot,com
Saturday, October 15, 2011
TRUE ???? # 42
TRUE ???? # 42
SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY EDITION
Today marks the 1st year Anniversary of Carol's ownership of the Rendon Cafe. Breakfast this morning was followed by an anniversary cake which was very good, which is in keeping with all of the vittles prepared and served in her cafe.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, and commemorate her recent plane crash (she was NOT driving the plane), some of the Wild Bunch have decided that maybe she should learn how to fly, and maybe have her own plane, so she won't be at the mercy of those airlines. There were a lot of ideas kicked around, what kind of plane should she learn in, and maybe ultimately buy? Jim and Sharon suggested a Beechcraft. Jim and Darlene said maybe a DeHaviland Otter. Curtis and Linda put two cents in for a Cessna; Wayland and Jay both thought an F-18 Hornet was the way to go, while I personally favor the SR-71 Blackbird. (If you're going to fly, fly exceptionally FAST)
I received a phone call from the space station, and wondered who would be calling me from there at that hour. Turns out the call was from Chester in Pennsylvania, and he had the call routed all over Hell's half acre and then some to keep me from getting that Pennsylvania phone number. Someone from the Cafe had notified him about the maybe plans for the plane and Carol's maybe lessons. He wasn't happy about all our recommendations for a plane. He felt that Carol deserved the very best, and I told him that's why I wanted the SR-71 Blackbird, the fastest plane in the air which can't even be shot down by a rocket, cause a rocket can't catch it.
Chester said we weren't really concerned about Carol getting shot down, but he was thinking comfort. Further discussion with Chester revealed that he was looking into the future, as Carol expands her business, builds a larger building, etc.,etc.,etc. He thinks she should learn how to fly in a 787, so when she takes a jaunt, she can take all her customers with her. When I suggested that she needs a vacation from all of us, he replied:
"She just had a week or two South of Galveston, swimming and laying in the sun on the sand getting a nice tan. What more could she want?"
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY EDITION
Today marks the 1st year Anniversary of Carol's ownership of the Rendon Cafe. Breakfast this morning was followed by an anniversary cake which was very good, which is in keeping with all of the vittles prepared and served in her cafe.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, and commemorate her recent plane crash (she was NOT driving the plane), some of the Wild Bunch have decided that maybe she should learn how to fly, and maybe have her own plane, so she won't be at the mercy of those airlines. There were a lot of ideas kicked around, what kind of plane should she learn in, and maybe ultimately buy? Jim and Sharon suggested a Beechcraft. Jim and Darlene said maybe a DeHaviland Otter. Curtis and Linda put two cents in for a Cessna; Wayland and Jay both thought an F-18 Hornet was the way to go, while I personally favor the SR-71 Blackbird. (If you're going to fly, fly exceptionally FAST)
I received a phone call from the space station, and wondered who would be calling me from there at that hour. Turns out the call was from Chester in Pennsylvania, and he had the call routed all over Hell's half acre and then some to keep me from getting that Pennsylvania phone number. Someone from the Cafe had notified him about the maybe plans for the plane and Carol's maybe lessons. He wasn't happy about all our recommendations for a plane. He felt that Carol deserved the very best, and I told him that's why I wanted the SR-71 Blackbird, the fastest plane in the air which can't even be shot down by a rocket, cause a rocket can't catch it.
Chester said we weren't really concerned about Carol getting shot down, but he was thinking comfort. Further discussion with Chester revealed that he was looking into the future, as Carol expands her business, builds a larger building, etc.,etc.,etc. He thinks she should learn how to fly in a 787, so when she takes a jaunt, she can take all her customers with her. When I suggested that she needs a vacation from all of us, he replied:
"She just had a week or two South of Galveston, swimming and laying in the sun on the sand getting a nice tan. What more could she want?"
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
Friday, October 7, 2011
TRUE ???? # 41
TRUE ???? # 41
Being well informed, as I'm sure you all are, ya'll probably already know this, but for those of you who for whatever reason do not know this, here's the scoop.
Quite some time ago, Carol had taken a vacation. I know that is hard to believe, as most of us have never known her to do anything but work, 24-7, 412 days a year. This particular year, she was flying (in an airplane) from somewhere to somewhere else, when the plane malfunctioned. A serious malfunction, as the pilot announced that there were enough parachutes for all 216 passengers and even all the crew, so the flight attendant (of course they were called stewardesses in those days) would be passing out the chutes, first class first, then business class, then economy, then destitute. Carol rarely flew, but when necessary, it was always first class.
Carol was amongst the first people to receive a parachute, along with a CD on how to operate it. She had sneaked her lap-top past the baggage check station, so did not have to wait in line for an Airline lap-top to become available. She zipped through the instructions, twice, but could not find any instruction on what to do if her chute did not open. Some wise-ass on her row said "pray", and she dismissed him with the one finger salute.
People began exiting the plane from both ends, and when she saw the pilot, co-pilot, navigator, and stewardess exit one right after the other, she decided she would rather stay with the plane until it got low enough she didn't have to depend on a maybe malfuntioning parachute opening for her to reach the water safely, so she would just jump out the door (sans parachute) when the plane got close enough to the water. When that time arrived, unfortunately, the plane was still doing about 200 miles an hour, and Carol had no desire to go skipping across the water about 180 miles an hour faster than she'd ever done on water skis, so she gritted her teeth and braced for impact.
The plane started disintegrating as soon as it touched the water, but Carol resolutely held on and was not thrown into the water. When the plane stopped, she was up to her hips in the water, both feet still firmly planted on the plane, and she decided to just step off when the water reached her chest. She was swimming about 5 seconds later, the plane was nowhere to be seen, and by swivelling around she could see land just a couple of hundred yards away, so she started swimming for it.
Carol being an excellent swimmer, and ocean currents being what they are, she reached the shore in just under 2 hours.
She lay for awhile on a sandy beach to catch her breath and get her bearings. When she stood up, she could see readily that this island would be more properly called an atoll. A very, very tiny atoll. No hotels. No boat docks. no trees. No nothing, in fact, which made it imperative that she be rescued soon. She dug out her cell phone, but there was no signal. She remembered that she and Pat used to play this game to see what they would do in case one of them ever got stranded on a desert atoll.
They had figured out that if one was stranded as she now was, she could simultaneously press the H, the E, the L, the P, it would send a GPS signal to the others phone, while at the same time sending her coordinates to the others (Pats) phone. She did this with complete confidence that it would work. She spent the rest of the day sunning various parts of herself.
Early next morning, Carol began to hear a droning sound. Scanning the skies in every direction, she finally saw a speck that materialized into a sea plane. It circled her position once then came into the wind and landed about 200 yards offshore. Without shutting down the motors, the pilot stepped out onto a pontoon, reared back, and threw something just as hard as he could toward the shore. It seemed to be heavy enough that it was only in the air for maybe 30 yards, then splashed down. Carol remembered the currents, and instantly began swimming toward the plane, which by this time was climbing lazily into the air. Carol filled the air with expletives, and strangling, realized she had to shut her mouth or else drown.
After a very brisk swim, she got back to the sand carrying what looked to be a magnum sized bottle of wine. While working the wire off the bottle, she was wondering why the hell Pat sent her a bottle of wine, and why didn't the pilot pick her up.
The cork blasted out of the bottle with a loud pop, and a Geni popped out of the bottle.
"You will be granted only three wishes, so decide carefully." said the Geni
"For my first wish," said Carol, "I want a motorboat, gasoline, and a map".
There was a lightning flash, a clap of thunder, and a boat was sitting at waters edge. Looking into the boat, Carol saw gasoline and a map. As she turned, the Geni disappeared back into the bottle saying "Your 3 wishes have been fulfilled. Good luck." and the bottle and the Geni disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Muttering "Why you SOB." she really got wound up when she looked into the boat again, and there was 1 gallon of gasoline, and a roadmap of Texas.
In typical Carol resolve, she put the gallon of gas in the tank, started up the boat, and headed north, hoping she'd come across some shipping before the gas ran out. As luck would have it, the very next day she spotted land dead ahead. She could see at a distance that it was a much larger piece of land than the atoll. She was pleasanly surprised when she bagan seeing signs that read "Galveston". She was close to one end of Galveston Island, so she gassed up the boat and motored around the end of the island, then pointed the nose toward Rendon. Of course, she got to Galveston proper a long time before she sold the boat and started hitching inland.
She had strangling Pat in mind when she walked into the cafe. As luck would have it, the cafe was closed and the owner was there. Carol knew him, and strangling Pat could wait, so she began to negotiate to buy the cafe with her boat money. They struck a deal, and Carol was so pleased to now own her own business she forgave Pat for the Geni episode.
She did, however, want to know what went on and why, so over coffee and cigars Carol asked Pat for an explanation. This is how it was told to me:
Pat: We heard on the news that the plane had gone down. I knew there was no way you were going to jump out of an airplane, so you'd be on it when it hit the water. The news said the plane went down about 4 miles from Galveston Island, near Cutthroat Spit. Dad had that Geni from when they were picking up tar balls down on the coast. I knew you'd be smart enough to ask for something that would get you off that sandbar, if that's where you were. I knew you'd be strong enough to get to Galveston, then on home by whatever means. While you were gone, Chester had a fight with his heart, and after a battle, Chester won. Guess it's a good thing Chester don't fight with a gun. Bob Cole also had a fight with his heart, and he also won. Of course Bob uses a gun, but he was out of ammo from fighting all those bees.
Carol: I can understand all that, but I do not understand why you sent a Geni instead of having the pilot pick me up.
Pat: You are in the peak of health, suntanned (probably all over) you've lost 20 pounds, your hair has sun streaks in it, and you really, really, really needed a vacation.
And that folks, is how Carol spent her summer vacation.
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
burconthomas@gmail.com
Being well informed, as I'm sure you all are, ya'll probably already know this, but for those of you who for whatever reason do not know this, here's the scoop.
Quite some time ago, Carol had taken a vacation. I know that is hard to believe, as most of us have never known her to do anything but work, 24-7, 412 days a year. This particular year, she was flying (in an airplane) from somewhere to somewhere else, when the plane malfunctioned. A serious malfunction, as the pilot announced that there were enough parachutes for all 216 passengers and even all the crew, so the flight attendant (of course they were called stewardesses in those days) would be passing out the chutes, first class first, then business class, then economy, then destitute. Carol rarely flew, but when necessary, it was always first class.
Carol was amongst the first people to receive a parachute, along with a CD on how to operate it. She had sneaked her lap-top past the baggage check station, so did not have to wait in line for an Airline lap-top to become available. She zipped through the instructions, twice, but could not find any instruction on what to do if her chute did not open. Some wise-ass on her row said "pray", and she dismissed him with the one finger salute.
People began exiting the plane from both ends, and when she saw the pilot, co-pilot, navigator, and stewardess exit one right after the other, she decided she would rather stay with the plane until it got low enough she didn't have to depend on a maybe malfuntioning parachute opening for her to reach the water safely, so she would just jump out the door (sans parachute) when the plane got close enough to the water. When that time arrived, unfortunately, the plane was still doing about 200 miles an hour, and Carol had no desire to go skipping across the water about 180 miles an hour faster than she'd ever done on water skis, so she gritted her teeth and braced for impact.
The plane started disintegrating as soon as it touched the water, but Carol resolutely held on and was not thrown into the water. When the plane stopped, she was up to her hips in the water, both feet still firmly planted on the plane, and she decided to just step off when the water reached her chest. She was swimming about 5 seconds later, the plane was nowhere to be seen, and by swivelling around she could see land just a couple of hundred yards away, so she started swimming for it.
Carol being an excellent swimmer, and ocean currents being what they are, she reached the shore in just under 2 hours.
She lay for awhile on a sandy beach to catch her breath and get her bearings. When she stood up, she could see readily that this island would be more properly called an atoll. A very, very tiny atoll. No hotels. No boat docks. no trees. No nothing, in fact, which made it imperative that she be rescued soon. She dug out her cell phone, but there was no signal. She remembered that she and Pat used to play this game to see what they would do in case one of them ever got stranded on a desert atoll.
They had figured out that if one was stranded as she now was, she could simultaneously press the H, the E, the L, the P, it would send a GPS signal to the others phone, while at the same time sending her coordinates to the others (Pats) phone. She did this with complete confidence that it would work. She spent the rest of the day sunning various parts of herself.
Early next morning, Carol began to hear a droning sound. Scanning the skies in every direction, she finally saw a speck that materialized into a sea plane. It circled her position once then came into the wind and landed about 200 yards offshore. Without shutting down the motors, the pilot stepped out onto a pontoon, reared back, and threw something just as hard as he could toward the shore. It seemed to be heavy enough that it was only in the air for maybe 30 yards, then splashed down. Carol remembered the currents, and instantly began swimming toward the plane, which by this time was climbing lazily into the air. Carol filled the air with expletives, and strangling, realized she had to shut her mouth or else drown.
After a very brisk swim, she got back to the sand carrying what looked to be a magnum sized bottle of wine. While working the wire off the bottle, she was wondering why the hell Pat sent her a bottle of wine, and why didn't the pilot pick her up.
The cork blasted out of the bottle with a loud pop, and a Geni popped out of the bottle.
"You will be granted only three wishes, so decide carefully." said the Geni
"For my first wish," said Carol, "I want a motorboat, gasoline, and a map".
There was a lightning flash, a clap of thunder, and a boat was sitting at waters edge. Looking into the boat, Carol saw gasoline and a map. As she turned, the Geni disappeared back into the bottle saying "Your 3 wishes have been fulfilled. Good luck." and the bottle and the Geni disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Muttering "Why you SOB." she really got wound up when she looked into the boat again, and there was 1 gallon of gasoline, and a roadmap of Texas.
In typical Carol resolve, she put the gallon of gas in the tank, started up the boat, and headed north, hoping she'd come across some shipping before the gas ran out. As luck would have it, the very next day she spotted land dead ahead. She could see at a distance that it was a much larger piece of land than the atoll. She was pleasanly surprised when she bagan seeing signs that read "Galveston". She was close to one end of Galveston Island, so she gassed up the boat and motored around the end of the island, then pointed the nose toward Rendon. Of course, she got to Galveston proper a long time before she sold the boat and started hitching inland.
She had strangling Pat in mind when she walked into the cafe. As luck would have it, the cafe was closed and the owner was there. Carol knew him, and strangling Pat could wait, so she began to negotiate to buy the cafe with her boat money. They struck a deal, and Carol was so pleased to now own her own business she forgave Pat for the Geni episode.
She did, however, want to know what went on and why, so over coffee and cigars Carol asked Pat for an explanation. This is how it was told to me:
Pat: We heard on the news that the plane had gone down. I knew there was no way you were going to jump out of an airplane, so you'd be on it when it hit the water. The news said the plane went down about 4 miles from Galveston Island, near Cutthroat Spit. Dad had that Geni from when they were picking up tar balls down on the coast. I knew you'd be smart enough to ask for something that would get you off that sandbar, if that's where you were. I knew you'd be strong enough to get to Galveston, then on home by whatever means. While you were gone, Chester had a fight with his heart, and after a battle, Chester won. Guess it's a good thing Chester don't fight with a gun. Bob Cole also had a fight with his heart, and he also won. Of course Bob uses a gun, but he was out of ammo from fighting all those bees.
Carol: I can understand all that, but I do not understand why you sent a Geni instead of having the pilot pick me up.
Pat: You are in the peak of health, suntanned (probably all over) you've lost 20 pounds, your hair has sun streaks in it, and you really, really, really needed a vacation.
And that folks, is how Carol spent her summer vacation.
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
burconthomas@gmail.com
Thursday, September 1, 2011
TRUE ???? # 40
TRUE ???? # 40
This was a comment made about # 39. If you comment you might get in print also.
"I have known Pat practically her whole life, and never heard her utter one expletive, much less one that would need to be deleted. Maybe this was one of those portions of TRUE ???? that isn't? She is fun, though, ranting and raving and foaming at the mouth while waving her arms about."
Gemini Man's comment about the comment:
"I have with my own eyes and ears, seen and heard Pat say no fewer than 6 (six) expletives in the space of less than a minute. While the 4 readers of TRUE ???? may doubt my veracity on the subject, I think you'll agree that Carol and Taylors' veracity is beyond question, and they were at this hearing.
I walked out the front door to go to the office, out back. The mercury thermometer (accurate) read 116 degrees. The walk to the office is approximately 40 yards. When I sat down in the office I realized I had left Linda's notes (for the newsletter) in the house. I walked the 50 yards back to the house and picked up the note pad. I noticed the fan in the living room was oscillating, so I picked up the remote to stop it. The remote, after several tries, would not stop the oscillation, so I pushed the button on the fan and that stopped it. I walked the 60 yards back to the office in the 120 degree heat, went in and sat down, looking at the fan remote in my hand. Walked the 80 yards back to the house and put the remote down and picked up the notebook. Without any distraction this time, I walked the 110 yards back to the office in the 140 degree heat. Sat down and wrote #40, quite similar to this one. I completed it, reviewed it, and was starting to put it on the Gemini Man blog when I realized I had not included the signature, address and copyright notice. I backed up to insert the stuff needed, and discovered that I had walked 2 1/2 miles in 165 degree temperature, written the # 40 issue, then deleted it without saving it either in the computer or on paper.
That is why you are reading this #40 now instead of the other # 40 I wrote a week ago.
I found out that when Donde is away and Gran Sheridan is in charge, the kids stay up late, cuss, drink, smoke, play poker and eat junk food. Sheridan uses Roy as their example, cause when he was younger, he did all those things, and he is being*inducted into the Brewer High School Hall of Fame, having been instrumental in that football teams' winning White Settlement's first District Championship. Sheridan does NOT know, however, that Roy DID NOT eat junk food, being a football player and all.
Sheridan told someone that Daryl was out gathering corn to feed the deer. I feel safe in saying Daryl already knows this, but see he reads this issue just in case.
They have started taking corn right off the cob, and even putting it in sacks to make it easier for us to carry it to the feeders, so we no longer have to go out and gather the corn, or plant a cornfield for them, either.
Gemini Man
Copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
burconthomas@gmail.com
This was a comment made about # 39. If you comment you might get in print also.
"I have known Pat practically her whole life, and never heard her utter one expletive, much less one that would need to be deleted. Maybe this was one of those portions of TRUE ???? that isn't? She is fun, though, ranting and raving and foaming at the mouth while waving her arms about."
Gemini Man's comment about the comment:
"I have with my own eyes and ears, seen and heard Pat say no fewer than 6 (six) expletives in the space of less than a minute. While the 4 readers of TRUE ???? may doubt my veracity on the subject, I think you'll agree that Carol and Taylors' veracity is beyond question, and they were at this hearing.
I walked out the front door to go to the office, out back. The mercury thermometer (accurate) read 116 degrees. The walk to the office is approximately 40 yards. When I sat down in the office I realized I had left Linda's notes (for the newsletter) in the house. I walked the 50 yards back to the house and picked up the note pad. I noticed the fan in the living room was oscillating, so I picked up the remote to stop it. The remote, after several tries, would not stop the oscillation, so I pushed the button on the fan and that stopped it. I walked the 60 yards back to the office in the 120 degree heat, went in and sat down, looking at the fan remote in my hand. Walked the 80 yards back to the house and put the remote down and picked up the notebook. Without any distraction this time, I walked the 110 yards back to the office in the 140 degree heat. Sat down and wrote #40, quite similar to this one. I completed it, reviewed it, and was starting to put it on the Gemini Man blog when I realized I had not included the signature, address and copyright notice. I backed up to insert the stuff needed, and discovered that I had walked 2 1/2 miles in 165 degree temperature, written the # 40 issue, then deleted it without saving it either in the computer or on paper.
That is why you are reading this #40 now instead of the other # 40 I wrote a week ago.
I found out that when Donde is away and Gran Sheridan is in charge, the kids stay up late, cuss, drink, smoke, play poker and eat junk food. Sheridan uses Roy as their example, cause when he was younger, he did all those things, and he is being*inducted into the Brewer High School Hall of Fame, having been instrumental in that football teams' winning White Settlement's first District Championship. Sheridan does NOT know, however, that Roy DID NOT eat junk food, being a football player and all.
Sheridan told someone that Daryl was out gathering corn to feed the deer. I feel safe in saying Daryl already knows this, but see he reads this issue just in case.
They have started taking corn right off the cob, and even putting it in sacks to make it easier for us to carry it to the feeders, so we no longer have to go out and gather the corn, or plant a cornfield for them, either.
Gemini Man
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Friday, August 12, 2011
TRUE ???? # 39
TRUE ???? SPECIAL # 39
Curtis was making a mess on the table while Pat was cleaning the table. Pat folded a napkin, put it on the table, set Curtis' sweating ice water glass on it, then walked away. Curtis picked up the ice water, folded Pat's tip in half, then set the tip on the napkin and the icewater on the tip. Carol said, in her iciest voice: "Wait just a minute. We don't launder money here." Curtis immediately took the tip and put it in his pocket, replacing it with one that looked fresh off the press. He took pains to keep this one away from water, lest the ink run. He put this one on the table, and set a knife on it to keep it from blowing away. Pat mumbled something, and she can mumble with the best of them when she wants to.
Darlene and Jim came in with Darlene wearing a shirt that several of the ladies had good comments about it being so pretty, and Darlene started to take it off, but then said it was pinned at the top so she couldn't take it off. I don't know what that means, so that could be an acceptable excuse for not taking ones shirt off.
Some of the Cafe's other ne'er-do-wells and I are putting together a race between Jim, on his crutches, and Darlene on her walker. I got it right from the horses mouth (so to speak) that Jim can outrun Darlene, so the smart money is going to bet on Jim to win, and maybe even give odds.
For anybody who wasn't there, or just didn't know, we celebrated Carol's 60th birthday today. Sheridan drew the figure to put on Carol's cake. She said what was on it was a nekkid stick man figure, so she drew a nekkid female figure and said it was Carol. By the time it got on the cake it was Carol in her Chef's get-up, hat and all. The piece they served me had a cobra on it. Sheridan said that was Carol's leg with the foot on it, but I think Sheridan had taken a spoonful of that Habenero salsa she gave me and couldn't see through the tears in her eyes, cause it looked more like a cobra to me than a leg with a foot on it.
That Habenero salsa Sheridan and Daryl had bought at Cabellos thinking they had finally found one that was too hot for me. It was too hot for them. Now this salsa is not quite gates of hell hot, but it is right around the corner. I laced my Chef's salad with it tonight, and only had to have one glass of tea. Just to be on the safe side, though, Carol told Heather, Pat, and Taylor to always keep that salsa right next to the fire extinguisher in case it suddenly decides to spontaneously combust.
I didn't get to see all of Carol's table dance, cause she was behind me, but her shirt front was blossoming with hundred dollar bills and gold ingots, which James said she would not share with him. Maybe somebody got some video.
Pat had on her intimidating face tonight, and wouldn't put up with Curtis' shenanigans, at one point telling him to shut the (expletive deleted), and stop (expletive deleted), or else she would (expletive deleted), and he could (expletive deleted) and if he couldn't manage that, he could (expletive deleted) the next time. Carol heard the commotion and started helping Pat rip Curtis a new (expletive deleted). When she asked what (expletive deleted) started this, Curtis calmly explained that he was simply rubbing a dirt clod on the floor to make it smaller so the fan would make it roll around. Carol, having calmed down some, told Curtis that made perfect sense to her, so why had he not simply explained it to Pat that way? He said Pat is much more fun when ranting and raving and waving her arms around. Immediately prior to the next round of expletives deleted from Carol and Pat, the air actually turned blue.
Tonight after Linda and I had eaten and were sitting around jawing with Curtis, I saw Carol in the kitchen lean way over the trash can to the point where her head was inside the rim of the can. Curtis and I, being ne'er-do-wells, are not above hoo-rawin' Carol, cause she just gives it right back. I said: " If you're looking for silverware, be sure to mark it some way so we'll know where it's been. Carol said: "All of your silverware is right there in that bin that says "BURT" on it. That's so I'll know where all of yours has been." Curtis said: "Is my silverware included in that?" "Of course not." replied Carol "That would be unsanitary. You know we can't have that. You each have your own bin for the ride through the car wash to do ya'lls dishes."
The way she said "yall's" brought back to mind an old, old saying. " Don't (expletive deleted) with the cook."
Curtis was making a mess on the table while Pat was cleaning the table. Pat folded a napkin, put it on the table, set Curtis' sweating ice water glass on it, then walked away. Curtis picked up the ice water, folded Pat's tip in half, then set the tip on the napkin and the icewater on the tip. Carol said, in her iciest voice: "Wait just a minute. We don't launder money here." Curtis immediately took the tip and put it in his pocket, replacing it with one that looked fresh off the press. He took pains to keep this one away from water, lest the ink run. He put this one on the table, and set a knife on it to keep it from blowing away. Pat mumbled something, and she can mumble with the best of them when she wants to.
Darlene and Jim came in with Darlene wearing a shirt that several of the ladies had good comments about it being so pretty, and Darlene started to take it off, but then said it was pinned at the top so she couldn't take it off. I don't know what that means, so that could be an acceptable excuse for not taking ones shirt off.
Some of the Cafe's other ne'er-do-wells and I are putting together a race between Jim, on his crutches, and Darlene on her walker. I got it right from the horses mouth (so to speak) that Jim can outrun Darlene, so the smart money is going to bet on Jim to win, and maybe even give odds.
For anybody who wasn't there, or just didn't know, we celebrated Carol's 60th birthday today. Sheridan drew the figure to put on Carol's cake. She said what was on it was a nekkid stick man figure, so she drew a nekkid female figure and said it was Carol. By the time it got on the cake it was Carol in her Chef's get-up, hat and all. The piece they served me had a cobra on it. Sheridan said that was Carol's leg with the foot on it, but I think Sheridan had taken a spoonful of that Habenero salsa she gave me and couldn't see through the tears in her eyes, cause it looked more like a cobra to me than a leg with a foot on it.
That Habenero salsa Sheridan and Daryl had bought at Cabellos thinking they had finally found one that was too hot for me. It was too hot for them. Now this salsa is not quite gates of hell hot, but it is right around the corner. I laced my Chef's salad with it tonight, and only had to have one glass of tea. Just to be on the safe side, though, Carol told Heather, Pat, and Taylor to always keep that salsa right next to the fire extinguisher in case it suddenly decides to spontaneously combust.
I didn't get to see all of Carol's table dance, cause she was behind me, but her shirt front was blossoming with hundred dollar bills and gold ingots, which James said she would not share with him. Maybe somebody got some video.
Pat had on her intimidating face tonight, and wouldn't put up with Curtis' shenanigans, at one point telling him to shut the (expletive deleted), and stop (expletive deleted), or else she would (expletive deleted), and he could (expletive deleted) and if he couldn't manage that, he could (expletive deleted) the next time. Carol heard the commotion and started helping Pat rip Curtis a new (expletive deleted). When she asked what (expletive deleted) started this, Curtis calmly explained that he was simply rubbing a dirt clod on the floor to make it smaller so the fan would make it roll around. Carol, having calmed down some, told Curtis that made perfect sense to her, so why had he not simply explained it to Pat that way? He said Pat is much more fun when ranting and raving and waving her arms around. Immediately prior to the next round of expletives deleted from Carol and Pat, the air actually turned blue.
Tonight after Linda and I had eaten and were sitting around jawing with Curtis, I saw Carol in the kitchen lean way over the trash can to the point where her head was inside the rim of the can. Curtis and I, being ne'er-do-wells, are not above hoo-rawin' Carol, cause she just gives it right back. I said: " If you're looking for silverware, be sure to mark it some way so we'll know where it's been. Carol said: "All of your silverware is right there in that bin that says "BURT" on it. That's so I'll know where all of yours has been." Curtis said: "Is my silverware included in that?" "Of course not." replied Carol "That would be unsanitary. You know we can't have that. You each have your own bin for the ride through the car wash to do ya'lls dishes."
The way she said "yall's" brought back to mind an old, old saying. " Don't (expletive deleted) with the cook."
Sunday, August 7, 2011
TRUE ???? # 38
TRUE ???? # 38
For years now, Chester has been ragging me about my "21 year old Bronco", offering to give me a push if I need it or whatever if it should fail to start. I've always been able to come back with "it always starts", or something equally pithy. As luck would have it, this past Friday the Bronco refused to start. I knew it wasn't a major problem, and started trying to reach Chester, where he is "summering" in Pennsylvania, trying to escape some of this Texas heat. As if he knew in advance I would be needing his help, he laid a false trail to his "summer" telephone number that would have stumped Daniel Boone, but Chester, being a former Navy man himself, should have remembered that SEALs never give up. My Bronco was started, and I drove to the Cafe in time for breakfast. Then started it again to take it to my mechanic in Burleson. Though Chester did not get the satisfaction of starting the Bronco himself, he will be extremely pleased (I'm pretty sure)that my solution to the problem took into account that Chester has always wanted to help start the Bronco. I just called (long distance) EVERY triple A office in the state of Pennsylvania until I got the one in his town, & had them call a triple A office in Ft. Worth to send someone to my address to start the Bronco.
To show my appreciation to Chester for his "willingness" to help, I thoughtfully had ALL the bills sent to Chesters Ft. Worth address, where they will be awaiting his return to Texas in the Fall.
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
For years now, Chester has been ragging me about my "21 year old Bronco", offering to give me a push if I need it or whatever if it should fail to start. I've always been able to come back with "it always starts", or something equally pithy. As luck would have it, this past Friday the Bronco refused to start. I knew it wasn't a major problem, and started trying to reach Chester, where he is "summering" in Pennsylvania, trying to escape some of this Texas heat. As if he knew in advance I would be needing his help, he laid a false trail to his "summer" telephone number that would have stumped Daniel Boone, but Chester, being a former Navy man himself, should have remembered that SEALs never give up. My Bronco was started, and I drove to the Cafe in time for breakfast. Then started it again to take it to my mechanic in Burleson. Though Chester did not get the satisfaction of starting the Bronco himself, he will be extremely pleased (I'm pretty sure)that my solution to the problem took into account that Chester has always wanted to help start the Bronco. I just called (long distance) EVERY triple A office in the state of Pennsylvania until I got the one in his town, & had them call a triple A office in Ft. Worth to send someone to my address to start the Bronco.
To show my appreciation to Chester for his "willingness" to help, I thoughtfully had ALL the bills sent to Chesters Ft. Worth address, where they will be awaiting his return to Texas in the Fall.
Gemini Man
copyright 2011
geminiauthor.blogspot.com
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