The Stupidest Thing I will Do Today..

“I was out on my nieces deck having a smoke a while ago. From where I stood, I could see the neighbors' house across the street. The Chinese head-of-household was standing in his driveway, in front of the open garage door. I could see a ping-pong table in the garage. I challenged him to a game of ping-pong.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
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“Oh come on, see it that way, your chinese neighbour had something to laugh. Making somebody laugh is better than making somebody cry, no?
Or did you cry in the end? :-(”

“How do those things taste?”

“Or did you cry in the end? :-(�
~Euro hike

Not like I did at the end of your visit...

j/k :)”

“You cried when I left?”

“j/k = "just kidding".

Oh - and how are you this morning/afternoon?
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“Cleaned the flat - mum is coming next weekend...uh oh.
Just watching wildlife docu.
About to make myself a cup of coffee.”

“argue on TT”

“"Mum"?
Get your English straight - you're not in the UK anymore. Here it's "mom". Got it?

Now - back to dusting!

j/k”

“Bloody hell, no. No dusting. I leave that for mum.”

“Mum is a flowering plant.”

“no, mum's the word.”

“My cussin Toby seen a kittykitty doodoo the nother day and sayed "mum mum!"”

“too much beer and too much sun.....OY!”

““no, mum's the word.”
dizzybtch

Dat's what I'm talkin' about.

Say 'ello to yer Mum.”

“�no, mum's the word.�

Everyone knows that the bird is the word.”

“What's the word?
Johannesberg!”

“Johannesberg? No, Johannes Gutenberg (c. 1398�1468), inventor of the European technology of printing with movable type”

“Euro, Euro, Euro - when are you Continentals ever going to get over your E Pluribis envy?

Everyone knows that Ben Franklin invented the printing press.

tsk tsk tsk...”

“Who...?”

“touche'!”

“�I left my nieces later than I had anticipated, yet made it to the campground with plenty of daylight to spare - even though I made stops at a tire store to replace last week's blowout, as well as a stop at a Kroger, where I dropped a $50 for food and beer - mostly beer.

I stopped in Addison to gas-up, cig-up, and change from work clothes to TT attire. I was most dashing according to the reflection in the Mighty Mighty Tacomas driver's side quarter-glass. "The TT hotties are gonna go gaga", I said aloud. Sarabelle just rolled her eyes. My preparations were paying off mightily - my plan had really come together. I was excited with the prospect of reuniting with my fellow TTers for the first time since last year's Trail Days. Damn near pumped, I was.

I turned north on county road 63, then right on Mount Olive. I was soon at the campground. I found the TT group and commented about how well Stovie looked - "Stovie" got quite hostile. It was about then that I began to suspect that something was amiss.

I ended up parked at the nearby boatramp where I had a couple beers and a light snack. I was asleep by pitch-dark. I woke to see the moon at about nine o'clock, and knew the sun, too, would soon be showing.

Within an hour, I was in the shadow of Calhoun College, and on the phone with my sleepy Uncle Larry. He gave me directions to his house (seeing's how I had been to his lake house only once, and that was 15 years ago). I was with he and his wife Barbara within a half hour. We had breakfast, toured the grounds to peruse his latest landscape projects, boathouse renovations, etc, then trucked to his farm 40 minutes away. Last year's F-4 tornado had done alot of damage, indeed.

By dark, I was on the road to Huntsville to visit my first cousin Angie and her family. I left two messages, but never got a response until last night when I was safely back in the Peach State. Instead of visiting with them, I found a bar for wings and beers. It was there that I conversed with a native of McDonough - a soldier stationed at the arsenal. Nice fellow. We bought each other beers as I showed him my drawing portfolios and he shared stories about his tours in the Gulf region. That night - Saturday - I slept at a truckstop. I rose early and got coffee. The dogs and I walked the grounds for a while - pausing to get a picture of Gizmeaux on the truck scales - then headed back to Georgia.

As usual, it was some goooooood times! LOL!�
gojo
7:16:16 AM
3/23/09”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Why? What happened to 'the real Stovie'?”

“The hike is netx week! BOL!”

“The stupidest thing I will do today is post on TT.”

“That was a stoopid theeng you sayed - BOL!”

“what SC said!”

“what did i miss?”

“oh go smoke something, stratdood :P”

“A couple nights ago, I got stuck in traffic by a left-turner.
"If you would pull up ONE FOOT I could get around you!" I said.
She obviously did not hear me.
Screw it - I went around. My poor old right-front tire was too tired and wornout to make the curb jump. It was flat as a pancake by the time I got across the intersection. Stupid stupid stupid.

I pulled into a nearby parking lot and began rummaging through the camperette for the necessary tools. I heard a voice.
"Do you need some help, sir?"
I looked out to see a handsome young man standing beside the truck. He was wearing a Discount Tire uniform. I was in their back parking lot. He went to fetch a floor jack. He was back in a jiffy.

"I have a 14 inch tire - do you want it? You can have it if you want it. I'd be happy to take care of it for you."
I must say, I was dreading having to use the poor excuse for a spare that I have.
"Uh... sure! How much?"
"Free."

By the time he was done, I had prepared a little gift. I had a xerox copy of one of my best drawings - a 1975 Datsun 280Z - snuggly placed into one of those clear, three-tab notebook envelope things.
"You like sports cars?" I asked.
"Yeah - I have a Nissan motor that I'm building at home right now."
I showed him the original drawing of the Z-car, then presented him with the copy. I also gave him my last four bucks, which he took only after I insisted that he buy himself a treat on me.
"Thank you, sir."
No - thank you, son.”

“Good story Gojo....where you wintering in this year?”

“He's either gay, or a rare find of a decent person.”

“...not saying gay people aren't decent...”

“I see decent people all the time.”

“by "decent", do you mean "gay"?”

“No by gay he means decent.”

“The dogs and I took a walkabout yesterday at a nearby nature trail and adjacent sewerline and powerline. I found a couple partials, but no intact arrowheads. We were back at the truck at dusk.

Driving back on a busy four-lane, I [barely] saw a car approaching without it's headlights on. I was instantly miffed that someone would be so careless and unconcerned for the safety of surrounding drivers, if not his own. My miff quickly escalated to road rile.
''Turn your headlights on, you antisocial maniac'' I shouted.
Nada.
I was bordering on fullblown road rage.

Finally, I attempted to flash my lights at him - only to discover that I, too, was driving with my lights off - lol. Stupid stupid stupid.”

“See, that's exactly why you need hiking poles.”