Saturday, September 4, 2010

Saturday Evening In Lloyd



Guy Noir is on Prairie Home Companion and I'm listening via my Walkman and have been weeding the garden. I have ant bites all over my hands, I'm sweating like a whore on dollar night (I'm sorry, that's rude) and Mr. Moon is still out in the woods on the Arctic Cat. I guess. Either that or he's visiting his girlfriend with an ATV on a trailer behind his truck.
I'm laying odds on the woods.

"Lutherans are not a judging people," says Garrison Keillor and I believe him. Sort of.

I have been giving tasty weeds to the goats next door and they love me. It's so nice to be appreciated. My chickens are searching out the grass around the garden and keeping me company and I am thinking about cooking some supper but to tell you the truth- I am not in the mood. I probably will, though. I'm also thinking about making pancakes tomorrow morning and wishing the kids would come out and have some with us.
Kids?
Blueberry and walnut pancakes? I'll cook some venison sausage. Call me. Or leave me a message while I'm out in the garden getting ant-bit and pulling weeds.
Daddy and I would love to see you. If it's cool enough we could eat outside. I have real maple syrup and blackberry preserves. Jessie- bring Tupelo honey.

Saturday night in Lloyd. Not much different than Saturday morning in Lloyd.

I like it like that.

Break time's over. I'm off to pull more weeds.

See you tomorrow. Pancakes around ten o'clock. We'd love to see your face.

13 comments:

  1. I'm not your kid but that sounds really good. A whore on dollar night--LOL.

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  2. My face would love to see your pancakes. (Why did that sound kinda dirty? Well... it IS Saturday night and all.)

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  3. phc makes me think of hot dish! i loves me some hot dish!!!!

    xxalainaxx

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  4. I love listening to a Prairie Home Companion every chance I get...he tells stories in a way that makes me want to listen to more of his stories,the same way your writing makes me want to read more of your posts.

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  5. The amount of time you spend weeding freaks me out since it means the reason why my "garden" looks like it does is because I don't weed.

    And I want to come over in the morning for pancakes.

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  6. I'd say, "You had me a Tupelo," but of course you've had me all along. Oh, Ms. Moon, what pure JOY you add to the planet.
    Love, love.

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  7. Oh man, I might just have to take you up on that offer of pancakes. I mean, how can you say no to Mama's pancakes and venison sausage? But then I need to study, like for real this time. :)

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  8. If you get bored with pulling your weeds you could always try smokin’ ‘em. People tell me it’s fun.

    Have a nice day, Boonie

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  9. Syd- I think I heard that somewhere and will NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET IT!

    Lisa- And my pancakes would love your face.

    Mrs. A- We do not have hotdish here in the south. I am not completely sure what it is.

    Mr. Mischief- Aw. Thank-you.

    Elizabeth- I talk about weeding more than I actually weed. Unfortunately.

    Angela C- As do you.

    HoneyLuna- And we are sitting at the same porch table right now and you are studying and have had your pancakes. I love you. Thanks for doing the dishes.

    Boonie- Wrong kind of weeds. Believe you me.

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  10. Oh, you should have called me! I would have come out for pancakes.

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  11. DTG- I didn't want to wake you up!

    Angie M- Of course!

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  12. Lutherans are the judging-est fucking people around. Sorry to disagree with Garrison, but my ex-husband and his family were Lutherans.

    I love your phrase, sweating like a whore on dollar night. Going to borrow that one. Thank you!

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