Soooo, last Friday morning, I was delivering cucumbers & other veggies to the grade school cooks.  As I left, I got in the ag pickup and well, I’m still not sure how I did this, but….  Somehow, as I was closing the door, I slammed my left hand in the driver’s door.  The door was now completely shut with my hand caught in it.  With a lot of cussing, whistling and heavy breathing, I flailed for the door handle with my right hand.  I don’t know how I did it and I still don’t know how it really didn’t break a finger or three.  That was the start of Friday the 13th, in my world.  The next 5 minutes involved a low fuel level light and then some red & blue lights.  I kind of rolled through a stop sign on the way to a fuel pump.  Oh well, the hi-po let me go.  

       Doctored a goat with the runs at the ag farm.  A SMZ tablet and a few squirts of spectam.  Showed a new showman the proper way to put a halter on a goat.  And now, the halter breaking process will begin.  A 4H kid sent me a text of her new goats names.  I did not recognize the names.  I guess that I need to watch Captain America.  I am a firm believer that a good show animal, regardless of species, needs a good name.  

          Ate at a new (to me) BBQ place in KC.  We had to wait in line until the place opened up at 11 am.  I’ll probably have to go back there in October.  Tammy & I highly recommend watching the Cardinals play ball at Kaufman Stadium.  Excellent ball park.  Great atmosphere and perfect weather.  

        One day last week, I was in the grocery store in Shattuck.  I passed a fruit display that was holding fresh peaches.  The guy that takes care of the fruit & veggies saw me and told me that the peaches were exceptionally good.  He wasn’t wrong!  These peaches were so dang good, one probably needs to be naked to eat them.  

      And now, I am disappointed in my wife.  She went to the same store and was really proud of her purchase.  She bought some more “peaches”.  I took a look at them and explained that those, my love, are nectarines.  Not the same.  

        Speaking of naked.  I heard a story today about a father/son talk involving the first day of taking a shower during jr. high athletics.  Everybody in this gym class was 7th grade males.  This boy did just as his father instructed him.  Wore a towel to the shower, took it off, hung it up and then properly washed so as to not be the smelly kid the rest of the day.  

       After school today, the dad asked the boy how it went.  “I did just like you told me.  But, Dad, I was the only one that was naked!”  

       I bet the others will learn not to wear wet underwear to class.  

       That reminds me of 1983.  Except, the jr. high practiced with the high school.  Nobody prepared me for that.  And people, there are a lot of differences between a 12 year old and some 19 year old seniors.  Random thoughts, like “Wow, that’s a lot of hair….everywhere.”  And, “Does that dude have 3 legs?”  

Time to stop.  

Have a good one.