Good B'day.....

B’day’s are good for you, the more of ‘em you have, the longer you live.......at least, that’s the premise......
Slept in this morning....mostly ‘cuz Rusty woke me in the middle of the night ‘n wanted t’go outside....I tried t’go back to sleep but couldn’t...finally got up, played solitaire, read the news, just totally bored with politics at the moment, couldn’t stand the tho’t of late nite teevee ‘n finally picked up an old book.....didn’t go back to bed until after four in the AM.....’n that’s more’n you wanted t’know about me sleeping in on this my seventy-first birthday morning......
When I finally did crawl out, Millyrose fixed me a hugmongous breakfast of bis’kits ‘n sausasge gravy, after which I dared to eat a peach....(I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled, I shall walk upon the beach, do I dare to eat a peach..) well, it was a big ol freestone peach from Apple Hill ‘n it wuz delicioso...(just gotta love them freestones...)
Anyway, it’s a lovely day for saying it’s a lovely day... sunny ‘n mild, durn chickens complaining as usual but the Chicken Fest is just a mem’ry (at least ‘til next year) ‘n Fair Oaks is quiet, calm ‘n peaceful....at the moment, anyway....Rusty is sleepin’ but Willie is standing guard at the open door (fifteen pounds of alert protection ‘gainst the threatening horde......)
The Durn Chickens are like presidential politicians, after awhile they become just background noise.....
Son in law Ashby left this morning for Houston...Kellye told him not to come back ‘til all those people had their power turned back on....lots of people in Texas without power but according to the paper, Ike cut rather a large swath across the US leaving people without power in a lot of states....man-made disasters on top of natural disasters (should we call man-made disasters, unnatural disasters?)....are we in a depression yet? Reminds me of that old Johnny Cash song....”How high’s the water, Mama?”