Some of the recent rough weather in March spawned a lot of high winds and tornadoes. After seeing some of the stories in the media, a buddy and I decided to pack up our chain saws and take a little road trip.
It was o’ dark thirty and we were in pretty jolly spirits as we pulled out of the driveway. We were drinking coffee from thermoses like the coffee gods intended, not from those newfangled insulated travel mugs.
Spring was springing, the pastures were greening up, the peach trees were just starting to flower, and the bees were so happy they could hardly stand it. We talked about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, all of the recent news, how the world was shaping up, and whether the JFK files would really be all there was or if they were still holding back some.
We shared some experiences of being old geezers. Recently I was drawing up some plans for a new shed. As I was thinking about whether to use treated lumber in one section or not, the thought crossed my mind, “Am I going to live long enough or will the untreated lumber work just as well?” Wow, that was the first time I ever had that kind of thought. My buddy told me about how many different ways there are to screw up making coffee with a coffeemaker, all of which he’d experienced first hand. Everything from forgetting to add water before hitting the on switch, leaving the pot on the counter after using it to fill the water reservoir, or losing count to how many scoops he’s already added. Mind you, there are only three scoops of coffee needed for his small pot. He was just starting into the 18th way to mess it up when I decided to stick with my French press until the day they haul me off to the geezer home kicking and screaming.Continue reading“The Winds May Blow So Hearts Can Grow, by St. Funogas”
