Quick explanation: My brother Jim died a few years ago. Lung Cancer. Smoker for many years; quit about 15 years before he died. His wife was having major heart problems - eventually, she had a transplant. She is gone now too. We all have people who can annoy us. She had that ability; but, I tried to never let on. I miss my brother and in conjunction, maybe his wife too.
In the evening Jim & I would play poker online. It was an app where you played against several other people - no cost - no investments - no money changed hands - just time consumed.
So I played as Pfl Rag (Pfl for Pflugerville and Rag for my past experiences)
As we played, he & I would keep a running commentary to each other by messaging. I don't think anyone ever noticed. Yes, if one of us got a full house, the other one usually dropped out. But, generally, we didn't try to manipulate the game.
It was November 19, 2013, a Tuesday. We closed out of the poker game one night. I sent him the following message - to which he replied:
Pfl Rag [11:32 P.M.]: quick stone - don't leave
"Jim Metze" [11:33 P.M.]: ok
Pfl Rag [11:33 P.M.]: cheeeee
Pfl Rag [11:33 P.M.]: Cops is on tv - I had sound on, wasn't watching closely
Pfl Rag [11:34 P.M.]: they had a car chase - the bad guys hit a pole - the cop jumped out with
his gun & ran to the car yelling, "Let me see your hands!"
Pfl Rag [11:34 P.M.]: His siren was still going and going and going.
"Jim Metze" [11:34 P.M.]: yeah, drives me crazy
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: just as I said, "bet there is a jack...." - Bruno let out a howl in the other room - Bruno can howl with the best of them. All 5 dogs of mine joined in - this house was rocking
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: I ran in and couldn't stop them at all
"Jim Metze" [11:35 P.M.]: howling at the siren
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: yes
"Jim Metze" [11:35 P.M.]: mine go crazy when there is a police dog barking
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: i hit the TV mute on the way in there
Pfl Rag [11:36 P.M.]: i have never had them go that crazy over a tv sound - it was sweet Bruno
that got them started - I recognize his howl.
Pfl Rag [11:36 P.M.]: that's it - bet my wife is really awake now
"Jim Metze" [11:36 P.M.]: never heard dogs barking on tv?
Pfl Rag [11:37 P.M.]: they have - but one of them has to get them going - Bruno was asleep in
the other room - it must have awaken him rudely
"Jim Metze" [11:37 P.M.]: must have
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: think i will take them outside for their nightly wetting -
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: see ya after choir tomorrow
"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]: gotta get my wife's dirty dishes -- btw, u are supposed to say u feel sorry for her everyday
"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]: ok c u tomorrow
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: right, night
"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]: gn
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: n
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That's it. Y'know when you lose a brother you get emotional about things when you bump into them 15 years later. Those were pretty good times.
over and out
m
P.S. Little sidebar here: We were living out at the lake near Corsicana in 2013. I had a 6 ft high, 20 sq ft fence enclosure built outside the garage back door. The garage door had a doggy door. When we would leave the house, I'd leave the dogs out there while we were gone...kept them enclosed so to speak. At dark, I wouldn't let them go out alone - predators like bobcats, etc. Plus we had snakes. Lots of snakes. I tried to keep them from getting in trouble in the dark. Y'Know, if they saw a rabbit or squirrel or a "whatever," KATIE BAR THE DOOR!!!! They were off into the dark. My smallest dog, Greta - 10 lbs or so, was a snake killer. I have a blog on that somewhere. She didn't care what size the snake was - Kill!!! So at nighttime, we all went out together to the enclosure for our nightly wetting. It was a process.
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I close now, Amazon is at the front door.
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No wait again:
A posting from my first ever blog post in 2010. this is the first paragraph:
several things to report:
#1 Local newspaper has an advertisement from the Corley Funeral Home. Now this place runs an adv. every day in the local paper. Always, they include a photo of a dog from the pound. "Come adopt this dog." Today's dog was named: MORTICIA.
Now, I think that's funny.
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