Melungeons, Pina Coladas and Washing Machines


The wind was cool and a little nipply as I rounded the field on my walk this morning. It's hard to believe it's going to get up in the 80's today. I wish I'd had my camera with me, I came across some really nice deer and turkey prints in the mud. As ya'll know, simple things excite me, let's not forget what happens when I discover bear poop on the rare occasions that I commune with nature.

Speaking of my morning stroll, it occurred to me that if I keep taking these little hikes through the summer months, I'm gonna end up with one hell of a redneck farmer tan. I mean... with my Melungeon genes, I tend to bake pretty fast. I'm not sure what to do to prevent it, don't even bother suggesting long sleeves.

That's not going to happen.

I guess I could get some suntan lotion with a high SPF, just for my arms. Then I can walk around the office smelling like a big ol' pina colada all day, eventually pushing Jasper and The Groper right over the edge.

Anywho...

The Amazon took the kitty to the vet yesterday where she got a clean bill of health after being tested for every disease known to kitty-kind. They said she's just 12 weeks old, so she got a babeh shot then came home and spent the evening curled up and glaring at the Amazon.

Do ya'll remember the big plans we had for a garden? Well, we're still trying to find someone to till the ground for us. I mean, we live in South Podunk where everyone and their grandma has a garden, but we can't find one person with a tiller who'll spare ten whole minutes to come break up a small plot of land for us. It's too big to do by hand, but too small for a tractor. The Amazon's friend's daddy offered to loan us his little mini tiller that he bought off an infomercial on television, but I think it's like.. a Garden Weasel... and I'm not sure it'll do the job. It may end up being our only option.

I'll let ya'll know how that goes.

I don't have any big plans for the weekend. Ma was adamant that I go after work yesterday to buy a new washer, but I put her off until Saturday. When she finds out that it's going to have to wait until I get my state refund, she's going to be pissed. Shame on me for frivolously blowing my federal refund on selfish things like brakes, vehicle taxes and some ugly black shoes to wear to work.

I'm such a spoiled brat.

The washing machine works.. sort of. The agitator doesn't agitate, it's come off the shaft. So when we wash clothes, we actually just sort of soak clothes. I give them a little swish around with my hands..

What? Don't look at me like that. At least I'm not beating my granny panties against a rock down by the creek.

I thought I could get parts to fix it myself (yeah I know.. silly me) but the washer is too old. We bought it used and rebuilt off some guy up Fall Branch who runs his business out of his garage. I think I can get a brand new one for a little over $300 and according to Sears' website, they'll deliver to the holler. I have my doubts they really will, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway.

I really need a vacation. Just a weekend away would work wonders. A change of scenery, a city skyline, anything that isn't trailers, pick-up trucks, smelly AT hikers and cows.

Maybe.

Ah well. At least it's Friday. I've got papers piled up all over my desk here at the Asylum, but I can't guarantee I'll do anything about them. I might just move them out of sight, out of mind until Monday.

Ya'll have a great weekend. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!