A bottle of Cold Brew with Lime.. and two boys.... posted 10/12/2008 5:13:35 PM | 3 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: joke

luvshorses644

I am on a self-appointed break. I peeled and cored a bushel of apples and one half bushel more awaits. The apple mixture is simmering on the stove .. ready to be mashed into sauce, for the smooth variety and the chunky one is being prepared for the stove.

I have two absolutely full to the brim large bowls of cored, peeled and sliced apples simmering in honey and cinnamon waiting to be popped into pastry shells. But, when I went into the frig, much to my surprise and tucked in behind the apple cider (I bought that folks.. I am sooo not that ambitious or talented), showing itself to me was one lingering bottle of Bud Light with Lime .. cold, frosty and, wait, look, it has my name written all over it.

This morning I went down to the creek, just to sit and watch. I heard the cries of the cedar waxwings in the trees, and watched the antics of the squirrels jumping from limb to limb making all the golden and orange leaves tumble to the earth in quick and rapid succession. It was as if the rains were colored, the leaves surrendering to the inevitable and letting go of the comfort they once knew in the limbs of the hickories, oaks, cherries and poplar along the creek. The sun was shining in through the trees with wild frenzy wherever it could squeeze through and it illuminated some of the branches still full with color to make them even more pronounced and beautiful.

I breathed in and could smell the 'shrooms (we are talking the kind that you eat that grow in the woods folks) growing along the rotted tree stumps and in a few more weeks, I will take my bucket down to the creek and do as my granddad taught me.. I will pick the popinkey and clean them, boil and fry them with onions and green peppers .. OMG.. that is heaven.

Time for me to fly.. I have things that must be completed before the end of the day. I had a wonderful teacher in life. I read the blog by one of the other MDers here about who will be the influence in your life. I guess we glean what we will from those that are the biggest influences in our lives, but again, the choice is always ours. I grew up in a household that was, for lack of a better word, and staying with the be kinder attitude, chaotic... but the saving grace was the way my granddad loved me and showed me the way the world should be. I could have chosen the chaotic manner, but my heart knew I would bode better with my grands view.

I've read the book "Five People You Will Meet In Heaven" and I already know who my first three will be. They will be the ones that have accepted me completely as I am .. (with no wishes for me to change, compassion for me when I do wrong, and still love me as much even after I did that wrong as before).. the first will most certainly be my grand, the second will be my first love (I blogged about him before) and the third will be my brother (blogs about that one also).

Enjoy what is left of this beauty of an Indian summer day.. I have... and will continue to do so.. apples await...

Gramps, I have been sorely inappropriately leaving off without your joke.. here it be:

A couple had two little boys, ages eight and ten, who were excessively
mischievous.
The two were always getting into trouble and their parents could be assured
that if any mischief occurred in their town their two young sons were in some
way involved. The parents were at their wits end as to what to do about their
sons' behavior.

The mother had heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in
disciplining children in the past, so she asked her husband if he thought they
should send the boys to speak with the clergyman.

The husband said, "We might as well. We need to do something before I really
lose my temper!"

The clergyman agreed to speak with the boys, but asked to see them
individually. The eight-year-old went to meet with him first. The clergyman sat
the boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?"

The boy made no response, so the clergyman repeated the question in an even
sterner tone, "Where is God?"

Again the boy made no attempt to answer, so the clergyman raised his voice
even more and shook his finger in the boy's face, "WHERE IS GOD?"

At that, the boy bolted from the room and ran directly home slamming himself
in his closet. His older brother followed him into the closet and said, "What
happened?"

The younger brother replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. God is missing
and they think we did it!"

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