Turkey day is comin’....
it’s comin’ ‘round de bend,
‘n I ain’t had no turkey
since.....
well, last year t’be precise
’n I was doing chemo then....
Chemo, of course, don’t do a heckuva lot for a bodys appetite ‘n it don’t matter if it’s a holiday or not......
Anyways, it’s Friday nite ‘n the start of the weekend before Thanksgiving......Millyrose is gettin’ antsy already
planning a menu, no doubt...’n wantin’ the house t’be just so ‘n wash all the dishes that we don’t use except on holidaze....Dave is comin’ home for Thanksgiving...last we heard, he was in Australia ‘n lookin’ t’get his flight moved up....looking forward to seeing him ‘n listening to his tales of “The Adventures of Another Dave Smith”...
When we first came to Sacramento, I was the third David Smith in the Sacto phone book...now there’s at least forty ‘n that ain’t counting the unlisted or the ones who only have cells......maybe we should have a club...Nah!
So, it’s five in the AM ‘n one’a the things about getting older is the number of times you get up during the nite to go to the bathroom (euphemism for pee)...Rusty the Poodl’us Minor is getting older along with me.....I’m not sure how old he is but I’m thinkin’.......8 or 9, I’ve never been able to get a handle on that dog years thing....
anyways (sigh) he’s been getting me up two to three times a nite to let him out (better than him going in, doncha know ‘n besides if I get up with him, I might as well go also)...Willie just raises his head ‘n looks at us...no way is he gonna get up in the middle of the nite but then he’s a young fella ‘n he don’t hafta....
I wasn’t really asleep anyway...was just lying there wond’ring about various ‘n sundry....insomniacs do that, y’know...toss ‘n turn wond’ring about the various ‘n sundry things of life....
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