The Barbecue Sandwiches Have Been Served...

Well, I've made it almost to 2:30 PM and I am still up. I also just had a whirlwind of a visit from Charlie. He made me a homemade gallon of sweet tea for which I am enjoying at this moment.  He even brought me a big bag of ice from the Circle K down the street. The two barbecue sandwiches were almost more than I could ask for as well. Janice used my father's special recipe barbecue sauce. Don''t come chasing after me with all those sickly sweet barbecue sauces. We like it vinegary and tangy sauces in this corner of the South.

Like a Blustery Fall Day After a Cold Front...

This is exactly how Roger's Brunswick stew looks.

It is really exceptionally windy today. The trees are getting all blown about like crazy. It is like a late fall today and it is cool outside as well. We should be in the upper eighties with popup thunderstorms this time of the year. They say we have an 80 percent chance of rain today, but I don't believe it. The sun is shining very brightly today with few clouds in the skies.

Papa just stopped by with a barbecue plate from Roger's Barbecue. I was elated as it was a surprise, I was very hungry, and I hadn't eaten yet. I sat in the kitchen with my kitchen computer eating lunch as Maggie vied for my attention. I gave Maggie little morsels of barbecued pork that she basically inhaled.

"You are going to get choked," I told her warily.

The plates are very expensive, but they put a lot of food on them to make up for it -- I almost couldn't eat it all. The Brunswick stew was exquisite with barbecued pork, chicken, and corn in a thick, smoky and zesty tomato based sauce.

Experimentation...

I used a thirty party program to measure how much traffic the blog was receiving every day. Blogger was reporting I was getting over a hundred people a day and it is actually around 20 people a day. I was disappointed, but that's how the ball bounces some days. I am getting paid back from my indiscretions from my previous blog. Karma is a bitch some days.

A Barbecue Chicken Plate Bonus...

I went to pick up my pork chops and rice and got this bonus church barbecue chicken plate as well. I love these things and graciously accepted when my father offered it to me. 

Put that Down Young Man! Right Now!

"No, you can't have that!" the mother quarreled with the small petulant child. "You put that back this minute!"

The kid had started to cry...

That's is what I predominantly heard in the Piggly Wiggly a moment go. It sounded much like Johnny Otis and I squabbling over some computer parts.

Me: "But I want that solid state drive!" 
  
Johnny Otis: "But You can't have it. $100 dollars is too much!"

We know who holds the purse strings around here and I am too big to cry. Horsefly likes to stomp his feet at Johnny Otis when he doesn't get his way or when he gets upset. That always makes me smile and chuckle.

"I'm going to stomp my feet at Johnny Otis!!!"

I feel like Horsefly does some days.

I was looking for a small can of Castleberry's barbecue pork and another can of Poss' Brunswick stew. Things they don't sell in a frou-frou Kroger. It was a Johnny Otis sanctioned purchase thank goodness. They had both and I hurried to check out and head home before it got too hot today. They say a heat wave is just around weather's corner here in the South. It is supposed to get up to 82° degress.

I was walking to my car when I realized I forgot the hamburger buns to make barbecue sandwiches. I put my purchased items in the car and ran back inside to get a pack of buns.

The phone was ringing when I got home. It was my father.

"I can never get you to the phone," he said laughing nervously. "Why don't you come by the pharmacy and I will give you some money to get a prepaid cell phone at Walmart."

I didn't say it but "Nope!" was what I was thinking.

More Arrivals and Departures...

barbecued pork, Brunswick stew, cole slaw, and bread

Well, my father just showed up at my house which surprised me very much. It was good to see him as we gave each other a big ole bear hug.

Maggie was also very glad to see our head honcho as well. She let it be known that an evening with Charlie and Papa is a special thing indeed.

"I just had to see how my eldest was doing," my father told me. "I brought you a Fredonia Road barbecue plate and your sodas for the day."

"You should've seen the speaker at continuing education tonight," my father told me laughing. "One of the more frumpy and bumbling fellows I've ever seen."

Dad was in an inquisitive mood tonight. He asked me all about what I thought of my mother's mental illness and he also wanted me to give him the skinny on what Scientology was about. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientology.

"Some real dullard and duped high profile people are members," I told my father. "Celebrities like Kirstie Ally, John Travolta, and Tom Cruise."

The Biscuit Bringer Cometh...

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It is 3:20 am in the morning here. I actually decided to quit laying in the bed suffering from misery (hyperbole). My nose keeps running and I have to go chase it. hehe

In just a few short hours, Charlie will bring me 3 bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits from McDonald's and quite possibly a large orange juice if I am lucky. He is my savior on such occasions. I so look forward to Sunday morning biscuits. I also just like to hang out with Charlie for a few moments.

Charlie will also definitely bring a jumbo Coca-Cola with no ice. (my stomach doth rumble and growl eagerly when I wrote the above sentences and paragraphs). The cupboards are definitely getting low on provisions. Yay for groceries on Monday nights!

Mom and I were talking on the phone last night. We were talking about how an illness like the flu can bring a man completely to his knees, Whereas a woman would suck it up, take the kids to school, go to work, and then get her families supper on the table that night. I laughed as I just had to agree.

Church Fundraising Barbecues...

http://www.dudleypoultry.com/BBQ.php

It is that time of the year again. Dad brought me a barbecue chicken plate from one of those church fundraisers. He was headed to the Auburn game. This barbecue meal was exceptionally good. I had to fight off the hordes (Maggie) to be able to eat it. I had some hamburger buns in the freezer and thawed them. They made for some really nice smoked barbecued chicken sandwiches for supper.

Kroger? Don't Let Me Down Now...

They never have the Edwards lemon meringue pies when I visit Kroger. I guess they must just sell out by the end of the day as they stock in the wee hours of the morning. I keenly want one of these pies tomorrow night despite the odds of actually getting one.

And He Lets Loose the Mother of all Yawns...

Charlie has been by with a barbecue plate from the annual barbecue and fundraiser in Waverly, Alabama -- my grandmother's beloved town of her youth and elder years.

"Eat up or it's going to get cold," Charlie remarked to me as he washed the stainless steel utensils and glassware piled up in my sink.

"We've got to get your dishwasher fixed," Charlie noted.

The barbecue plate has already had a 45 minute ride in the Caprica from Waverly to get here and amazingly the plate was still pretty warm.

Charlie was stepping out my front door to take his leave of me when I asked him who was bringing my medications?

"SHIT!" Charlie crassly exclaimed as he started to nervously laugh. "I have your medications in the car. Your daddy would just kill me if I forgot those."

Charlie scrambled to his car and brought back my blister pack of medications and a cold soda to take them with.

I am still in some kind of dream state from sleeping all day. Maggie was a good sport and slept with me all afternoon. She didn't wake me not once today on one of her flights of dog fancy.

Things were fine as I left Wal-Mart and undertook the short drive home. I walked into the door to a grand welcoming from Maggie. Than? The skies opened up in a deluge. I must have planned that little  bit of choreographry to the T.