I have to admit, my life rather lives like a fiction book right now. Yesterday a friend needed to move his wrecked truck from the yard that was storing it to his state and back to Tennessee. It was one of those days when you wake up at 5:30 a.m. scurry around to make sure nothing will be dangerous for him walk through in the kitchen, and try to survive the fact the house hasn’t been attended to in weeks.
My mother’s family is a long line of story tellers. My Grandfather Geddie had almost digital recall of facts and names through his nineties. I grew up in a town where you were a “newcomer” until your family had beeun in town for over 60 years….so the stories linger and lasted long past the day you created a chapter. In a small town folks know you by your reputation and integrity the rest of your life. I kinda think it keeps it easier, you simply won’t go some places because you know that you know you don’t want to sully your reputation….it keeps one from making foolish decisions.
After having coffee and visiting with our college boy for a while, the two of us went to pick up a uhaul truck and 14 foot trailer to haul the truck home. Uhaul is not my favorite place….my last experience a year ago left me with my husband’s new Toyota truck attached by a chain only to a 14 foot enclosed trailor by a chain after landing it when the ball unattached at 60 mph on the move here…when Les was still in Kuwait….it was an adventure I still have nightmares about.
to be continued….
