It’s hard on a body being born into a marathon world when in your heart, you just know you were s'pozed t'be a sprinter...

About twenty or so years ago, I sat down to take a little rest, fell asleep, and that durn tortoise passed me by ’n I ain’t seen hide nor hair of him since…I call him (or it) a tortoise because of that old story about The Tortoise 'n the Hare but t'be honest, when I was a boy in Beattyville, there wuz snapping turtles 'n there was Terrapins which we pronounced Tarpons, don't ask me why...I think a tortoise is pretty much the same thing as a terrapin 'n they all look like turtles 'n that's the way of it 'n that's just how things are...

Anyhow, coping with DST on top of ever’thing else c’n be bothersome…

I generally drink a beer around 5 o’clock ever’ evening, usually a dos Equis but lately, Tecate…so t’day, at 3:40 in the afternoon, I find m’self sipping on a Tecate…promises t’be a loooooong summer, what with the lack of rain ’n snow…wish’t there was some way of transporting some of that snow that fell upon friends ’n relatives back in the States out here to Californy….

Anyhow, taking my cue from my two dogs who have mastered the science of living in the moment, and seeing as how the sun is shining bright ’n the temp is somewhere in the ‘70s, I b’leeve I’ll take my Tecate to the  porch ’n relax without thinking about the weather ‘cuz there ain’t a durn thing I c’n do about it anyway….

Realizing that I ain't posted anything in a while, I hope ever'one will bear with me...we had some bothersome things going on in our little world (as I expect everybody does from time to time) 'n I just got lazy...

You know, thinking back to the days when I had to get up 'n go to work every day, I don't know how in the world I coped with it...there don't seem to be enough hours in the day, what with breakfast 'n lunch 'n dinner 'n walkin'  the dogs 'n watchin' the weeds grow in the south forty....