Happy Birthday Freddy!

Happy Birthday Freddy!  He would be 63 today.


This morning Frances, the housekeeper, came and cooked breakfast.  She and Memama and myself were sitting at the table and I reminded Memama that today was Freddy's birthday.


This kind of begins an annual funk, that will last through June, because during that time we will celebrate both Freddy and Terri's birthdays and both of their deaths.


The best part is that they are still with us through their kids, and their kids kids.


But it is still bitter sweet.  Being the spoiled people we are we want it all.  We want Freddy and Terri AND their kids and their kids kids.


I think Memama is having a blue day.  After breakfast she went to rest her back and she has not been up since.


Memama, Kyle and I went on date night last night.  We may have to find a new venue.  Pizza Hut has quit selling beer.  Talk about anti-American.  I thought Pizza and beer were a right of passage, maybe even in the bill of rights.


Our next option is probably Ma Allen's buffet.  Not that they serve beer, because they don't.  Besides, fried chicken and beer don't fit like pizza and beer.


Slats has been working n the spray coupe at the barn.  I said working but actually he is cleaning.  The yellow herbicide "drifted" all over it.  The white part has come pretty clean, but the book and the black leave a lot to be desired.  Our pressure washer has developed an issue and the cavity that should have oil, is filling with water, so either we have a main seal or some of the piston seals leaking.  We will probably take the pump off the motor and see if we can fix it but we will probably get another pressure washer too.  I am kind of putting a Sam's shopping list together in my head.


We have played pickup Chinese fire drill.  The red Z-71 Slats usually drives burned a hole in the exhaust and it was blowing directly on the aluminum transmission housing.  We began to use it as little as possible.  He got into Pepa's old brown pickup and the power steering pulley won't stay on it.  And it is a new power steering pump.  So, I put slats into my white pickup and I got Pepa's other pickup out.


I have gone twice to get an inspection sticker on Pepa's pickup and it hasn't passed.  The emergency brake is not holding.  It is kind of weird.  But now it has become a game of snookering the inspector.  And I will.  I have a a monumental plan.  


We have not gotten the planter out.  Only because they are predicting rain Sunday.  I am getting an itch.


A week from today Wesley and Kayla are having a reveal party.  They will  be having a party where all the guests will guess the gender of their new baby.  When the cake is cut, whatever color the inside is will indicate the sex of the baby.  I am guessing blue.


We are pretty much in agreement that Memama is not capable of making two trips to South Texas in two weeks.  Her recovery time just won't allow it..


Riley's graduation is June 6.


Well, have a weekend.


FATHER, tell Freddy Happy Birthday.