According to AOL news ---
Today is 'Eat What You Want Day.'
32 recipes to make your mouth water
I looked at them - the recipes - and suppose I'll just have to get along without. However, one was fried pickles. hmmmmm
In remembrance of today, we had a pot of beans, corn bread muffins, fried onions and potatoes, and accessories. I ate a whole Poblano pepper.
This, today's, entry is a Pot Pouring. I cannot spell poe poe-reeee. I could give it a try and see what spel chek duz 4 mee. Nope, just keep calling it Pot Pouring.
Oh Oh Oh - so much has happened around here. (trying to hook you into staying for a full read).
Rain on Thursday: inch and a quarter with a sprinkling last night. Thass nice.
As I have stated on more than one, I have the honor to play with the Corsicana Swing Orchestra - a small rag tag group of musicians who can make some pretty nice sounds. We are available for all sorts of events. My favorites are the paid ones. A phone number is listed over there ===>>
We have a "gig" coming in June for a bunch of old folks locally. Last year they got that group together and called it a Senior Prom. Cute idea. Many dressed the part and fun was had by all. Nobody was at the entrance checking for hidden booze though.
This year, same group, are having a 50s Sock Hop. We can hop a sock with the best of them. A request was made that we try to have a couple of Doo Wop singing songs. We travel with a nice female vocalist, Brenda Ballew. They wanted more. So the boss man ( see ==> ) bought a couple of printed songs for doo wop singing and asked for volunteers. And, I did.
Back throughout high school we had a singing group for school assemblies and the like. None of this karoke stuff of today - we had our own drummer and various pieces of accompaniment. One microphone with the lead singer plant directly in front. The rest of us huddled around and we sang all sorts of popular songs of the time. I get a little fuzzy about some of that. Brother Jim sang bass, Jerry Dison sang higher parts, I moved around finding harmonic fittings to their efforts. Maybe Jim will remember more and included it below in the Comments. I am so sure we were quite good.
Back to C.S.O. singing stone. Michael, a really good trombonist from Teague, is our bass. Jerry B. is the tenor, Brenda Soprano or lead, and I try to fit in the alto part down an octave - frankly I have been somewhat lost at times. We got together at Jerry's house on Thursday night and had our first practice. He has a really nice place built in 1923 and obviously remodeled over the years. All of that would be a different stone. We practiced for nearly 3 hours interrupted by iced tea and a pineapple refrigerator pie made with Splenda. Splenda is a life saver for those in my "cup of tea."
This should all be fun and am looking forward to the gig in June....I think it is paid....prolly $20 or less. That's okay. I don't play in this group for the money. Now the singing part - maybe I should get a real pay raise for volunteering to do that. Or, maybe I should start a fund at the local bank to help support "Old Doo Woppers." The ODW fund for disabled singers. I like it. Mikey likes it.
dog bit. Liesl, my little white spotted doxie has a definite personality. She bites strangers. She hates squirrels. She eats. She recently had a back problem which our local vet at the Cors. Vet. clinic fixed with a laser - that stone later - She is so afraid of thunder or any storm. And she is the dog who can make the Doggy gum ball machine work with her right paw.
I was sitting here doing the above when Liesl came around my feet. She NEVER moves around my feet which I do this. She will lay on a pillow from a distance; but she was under my socked toes. Strange. I looked down and talked to her. She hopped 6 inches on 3 of her feet. What? She hopped again, her right front paw drawn up under her chin. That didn't make any sense at all.
Quickly, yes very quickly, I reached down and drew up into my lap. Think rabies tag. Thing little metal ring that attaches tag to collar. Her inside toe nail was caught on that ring and she could not get the paw free. It took me more than one effort. Paw free she turned around and laid on my chest with her head against my cheek. We hugged and hugged. Her daddy had saved her life. I placed her back on the floor, and she ran to the front window to bark ferociously at the Road Runner who had decided to check out our front yard. Naturally, the barking set off the twins who joined in the barrage. Yes, I do think it woke my wife from her afternoon snooze. There are good and bad things locally. This was both.
More later guys,
keep the faith (whatever it may be)
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Posted by Mike Metze at 2:20 PM
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