The jury (I guess that would be you, my readers) is still out on whether this blog will make it. My friend said I could do this but she is also the same one who said I should be Big Thicket’s Martha Stewart…and we all know how that turned out. Here’s a shout out to Martha, “Hey Martha, I forgive ya!”
I declare I almost ran away with myself again
Run away is what I am real good at. I’ve been either running toward something or running away from something all my life. Finally, I’ve decided that I am tired of all that huffing and puffing and I am going to sit still for a while. And to tell you the truth, I don't have a lot of choice at the moment.
It just so happens I run out of steam and money in Big Thicket, Texas; Population 22,492. There’s nothing wrong with Big Thicket, if you like peace and quiet. Except for the crickets, the hoot owls and the neighbor’s dog down the road, the only sounds I hear some days are my own thoughts whirling around in my head. (Not good.)
One of my husbands was from here. He is no longer with us and due to some snafu on the paperwork I inherited this house from him long after he stopped speaking to me. Well, he no longer speaks to anybody since they planted him at the Holy Rest Cemetery at the quiet end of a red dirt road.
I went to his grave site and thanked him for remembering me in his will, but I know in my heart he was turning over and over like a chicken on a rotisserie spit when he realized it was me wading through the pine straw to come see him.
I never knew about this place while my ex was alive. My ex was the silent type. You almost have to be if you stay around me. The house belonged to his aunt. When she died, he was his only heir and since I was still listed as his sole surviving relative, it came like a miracle from above to me. Don’t ask me if it is all legal. I am not looking a gift house in the plumbing.
Let me tell you, I am grateful. I have a roof over my head, but just barely. Home ownership ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. I got back taxes to pay, a sewer system that needed replacing in the ‘70’s and a kitchen oven that I use for storage.
|I put some of these Azaleas in my hair until a spider climbed down my forehead.|
|Don't you love snap dragons? Makes me think of that line, "But there be dragons in them hills..."|
|By the time you see these photos, these beauties will be gone. I think Spring should stay longer. Somebody make a note.|
I kinda sound depressed and I don't mean to be. My friend told me we are supposed to remain positive when we write on our blogs. So I 'm going to make myself a little sign to share with you and we'll both feel better.