Im off to a Weight Watcher meeting in a bit. Havent been since March of last year. eek. ah well... its all about loving yourself and Im still me, no matter what I weigh. I just have to be so careful now about putting on much weight because of my knees. They dont appreciate my taste for ice cream and chocolate. :) So, I dreamed crazy dreams last night but I slept. Thank you Lord for the rest. Remembering a time from when I was little. We lived in Bill Igleharts rent house south of Paden near the banks of the South Canadian river. Daddy milked several cows before he went to the oilfield (he roughnecked for years) and Mother sold the cream in town to help toward groceries. One morning my sister and I were in the kitchen eating pancakes. I remember the Log Cabin syrup tin (a little tin replica of a log cabin) was sitting in front of my plate and I was counting the logs on the front when we heard Mother scream. Turned around to look and shed dropped almost a gallon of pure thick sweet cream she was planning to take to sell. She was in tears because of the loss of money it would cause, but her scream scared Daddy. He thought she was hurt. He comes running and I can still remember how he put his arms around her and laughed, telling her as long as she was fine, spilling cream didnt matter. But Mother was inconsolable... so.. rather than mop it up, she decided it would at least feed the dog. Now, some of you might remember that dog... it was Laddie, the big yellow dog that walked me to school every morning. The one who growled at the wolf who paced our steps up on the ridge along the road?... Anyway.. Laddie wasnt afraid of anything outside, but he was scared to death to come inside a house. Mother held the door open trying to coax him in and my sister and I got the giggles because Laddie thought he was in trouble and was belly down in the doorway, whining. Daddy started laughing that big ole laugh and tried to call him in, too. I know Laddie could see all that delectable cream. I KNOW he could smell what it was. But as bad as he wanted it, he wouldnt come in. And then Mother began to get irked. Now Laddie was at fault for wasting what shed spilled. LOL Daddy finally picked the dog up and carried him into the kitchen as Mother shut the door. Laddie went belly down on the slick linoleum floor; his chin in the edge of the spill. He was whining and licking the cream off his nose and whining as he began to lick it up. Mother frowned at us for giggling and hushed us, saying he wouldnt eat if we were noisy. Lord... that dog wouldnt have willingly eaten that cream if he knew it was going to be his last meal, our giggles be damned. But when Mother spoke, we listened, so we hushed. And Laddy licked up most of that gallon of milk and then had the runs for two days because it was so rich. Mother was mollified by the fact that at least the dog was fed, and then went about scrubbing the fire out of that floor because a dog had been in the house. There was never any leeway with my mother, just like theres still no leeway with my Little Mama. There are some things that age will not change.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 14:19:26 +0000
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