![]() Happy Monday everybody! It really doesn’t get much better, does it? If you’re anything like me and I pray you aren’t, it was tough getting out of bed this morning. Weird dreams last night about people I’ve not seen in at least twenty years. Any Freudians out there with a thought about what that means? Seriously…nocturnal shenanigans with people I’ve not thought about for decades and suddenly there they are. Stuff like that freaks me out. I would likely have stayed in bed, but I had to be up. We’re in crunch time here at The Compound. We have three turtles that we’re getting in shape and training every day for the upcoming turtle races on July 4. As you may recall, last year I was stymied in my pursuit of terrapin racing glory when I discovered that they (race organizers) were using linear chutes to race the turtles rather than a big round circle the way the Jaycees used to do it (darn you, AMBUCs!). This year though I have a secret weapon that I did not have last year…Cousin Fred. He’s been living with our year-old racing stock in Hellkat One’s trailer. It’s going to be a contest this year, I can guarantee that! Cousin Fred is telling me that he knows the guy who’s in charge of delivering the chutes on race day and that everything will be okay. I don’t know exactly what Cousin Fred has in mind, but it will no doubt be good. I can hear him outside now screaming inspirational sports quotes through a bullhorn at our racing stock. The turtles are hunkered up in their shells, probably absorbing all that Cousin Fred screams at them. Both of the Nephew’s boys have agreed to be our “jockeys”...so, I’ve already solved the “aren’t you a little old to be entering a turtle in a turtle race?” thing. The next phase of training this week will be the sprints. We do these along a chute constructed to the exact specifications of the official ones that will be used on race day. Turtle racing glory…what else is there? Also, Cousin Fred and I are planning to participate in the Horseshow Pitching Tournament that starts at 9:30 on the 4th. The local fishwrap said that it would be “Men and Women Doubles”…not sure whether that’s doubles teams made up of a man and woman or if there are separate mens doubles and womens doubles. I guess we’ll find out that morning. Just in case, Cousin Fred plans to steal a page from the Russian Olympic manual and bring his gear to dress as a woman horseshoe thrower. Had a great weekend here at The Compound. Friday night I tried my hand at smoking a whole chicken. It was decidedly delicious. The leftovers made great chicken salad too. The Brother in Law came by on Saturday and was looking over the sunken inventory of bass boats on what was Lake Mountebank last year. He and the Sister are headed up to Kaw this week for some rest and relaxation. I guess he was hoping to take one of the boats with him. Cousin Fred suggested blasting the ground around the boats to “loosen things up”. In the end, Cousin Fred assured the Brother-in-Law that he would find a way to easily extricate a boat or two for transport to Kaw. In the end, the Brother-in-Law walked back to his truck shaking his head and muttering something about his wife’s (the Sister) freak parade of a family. I do hope that Cousin Fred doesn’t intend for me to be involved in his bass boat raising fun. I’ve got too much to get out of the way this week. A reminder that tomorrow is the County primary election, so be sure to get out and vote. Vote for the Republican of your choice, but vote. Sheesh, not a Dem to be found. Seriously? Okay, I’m late for the morning sprint training. Bob Baffert just showed up. Gotta get a move on. Enjoy your day! Comments are closed.
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