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Medicine Woman
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I know…I am just a ray of sunshine. Well yesterday, after I got up and moving I had to track DH down in the bayou because he had forgotten his meds but I left the house with a bag of nightgowns my niece said she wanted. I figured less is more and because I was gonna be in the neighborhood I called DSis and told her I was going to either the Dollar Tree or the Dollar Store for a few jars of spaghetti. She asked me to bring her…doesn’t drive anymore. I got a few seeds I plan on starting for the fall garden 4 for $1, some small garden tools, a few canvases for DH to try…not sure what an artist really likes in canvas, some glass hanging planters I might try with simple aquaponics, flowers for Momma’s tomb and a bunch of long shelf life milk (one luxury after Ida). DSis found a bunch of shirts big enough for DH so bought them all. Hard to pass up $1.25. We will have to go back because by the time I found the spaghetti sauce I didn’t have room for anything and I think we left some milk. I want at least 15 gallons of milk stored before May.
By the time I got DSis home and she had taken her stuff out of the truck it was getting late and I ran around doing chores before it got too dark. DH called me and told me they had enough fishing for one day and were picking up the boat and to meet him at his friends house but I knew it would take a while to fillet all those fish so I bought DH his bananas and French bread and I came home to unload the truck. Of course I wasn’t moving fast enough for him so he called back. His friend was in a vehicle accident sometime in the 80’s and is a paraplegic but he does more than most whole men. Every time it gets cold he wants to put out the jug lines and catch fish but all he can do is steer the boat so DH throws the lines and later catches the fish. The friend wants to eat his fish fresh so I can plan on a fish fry that night every time.
DS texted me a few times. He didn’t say anything about our earlier upset but apparently I am parent of the century again. He never could stay mad at me long. He spoke of a man who once threatened our whole family and the law was involved and basically said he’d love to knock him out. In my peacekeeping way I tried reminding him of my age and realize that although I am older than that man that he is likely worse off because of his life choices and to knock him out would be like punching an old man in a nursing home. I then created an alternative and wrote a story about him seeing the creep at a bar and asking the bar tender what is that man drinking and buying himself a beer and one for the creep and they start talking about life and he then starts talking about an event he can’t forget and still the creep doesn’t realize he is in the story until he looks him in the eye and tells him and then admits that he is a trained killer and doesn’t need weapons, that he has fantasized about harming him most of his life but he has children and he doesn’t want his children to have his anger so instead of giving him what he deserves he bought him a beer. Have a great life and walk out. .. So he gave my story a
and told me I had just written the most beautiful ending to a movie and that if he ever runs into the dude he truly hopes it can happen exactly like that. He then talked to me about his high school days in Ag class where he claimed he was top of his class…something I never knew. He had surprised me with yellow squash from his section of the school garden. He said he planted everything just like I had showed him and it grew a lot. Said no one else chose squash. I remember smothering some with shrimp. Same son yelling at me 2 nights before that I am not a saint.
By the time I got DSis home and she had taken her stuff out of the truck it was getting late and I ran around doing chores before it got too dark. DH called me and told me they had enough fishing for one day and were picking up the boat and to meet him at his friends house but I knew it would take a while to fillet all those fish so I bought DH his bananas and French bread and I came home to unload the truck. Of course I wasn’t moving fast enough for him so he called back. His friend was in a vehicle accident sometime in the 80’s and is a paraplegic but he does more than most whole men. Every time it gets cold he wants to put out the jug lines and catch fish but all he can do is steer the boat so DH throws the lines and later catches the fish. The friend wants to eat his fish fresh so I can plan on a fish fry that night every time.
DS texted me a few times. He didn’t say anything about our earlier upset but apparently I am parent of the century again. He never could stay mad at me long. He spoke of a man who once threatened our whole family and the law was involved and basically said he’d love to knock him out. In my peacekeeping way I tried reminding him of my age and realize that although I am older than that man that he is likely worse off because of his life choices and to knock him out would be like punching an old man in a nursing home. I then created an alternative and wrote a story about him seeing the creep at a bar and asking the bar tender what is that man drinking and buying himself a beer and one for the creep and they start talking about life and he then starts talking about an event he can’t forget and still the creep doesn’t realize he is in the story until he looks him in the eye and tells him and then admits that he is a trained killer and doesn’t need weapons, that he has fantasized about harming him most of his life but he has children and he doesn’t want his children to have his anger so instead of giving him what he deserves he bought him a beer. Have a great life and walk out. .. So he gave my story a
and told me I had just written the most beautiful ending to a movie and that if he ever runs into the dude he truly hopes it can happen exactly like that. He then talked to me about his high school days in Ag class where he claimed he was top of his class…something I never knew. He had surprised me with yellow squash from his section of the school garden. He said he planted everything just like I had showed him and it grew a lot. Said no one else chose squash. I remember smothering some with shrimp. Same son yelling at me 2 nights before that I am not a saint.
