Monday, June 15, 2009

Early this morning the phone rang and woke me up--it was my cousin Jack's wife Nelda. She said "we're coming to see you and bringing your Aunt Jean." Before I had time to protest, she hung up. Aunt Jean lives in upper Mississippi and wanted to come down here to look at the graves of her three sisters and a brother who are buried at different cemeteries in the county where I live.

I hurriedly washed my face, brushed teeth and cleaned the bathroom. Then I got dressed. On days when I'm not going anywhere, I sometimes don't wear a bra. I let the "puppies" go unfettered and free to let gravity continue to drag them toward my bellybutton. But company's coming! So I corralled the puppies and harnessed them up into my most comfortable bra.

Though cousin Jack, his wife Nelda and Aunt Jean are all older than I, they all looked terrific. Both of the ladies are slim, well groomed, makeup on, manicured nails, beautiful skin that been well cared for. I was doing good to put on lipstick and get bra-ed up. They were visiting the ghetto to come see "po" little ole me--they all have beautiful homes in nice neighborhoods.

But enjoyed the visit and showed them the cemetery where Uncle Ahmed is buried. Jack knew where all the rest were. And that's the news from the boonies.

susil