Celebrate Past Joys

This husband of mine…

Said…that one thing he missed on our travels…was our old people…weekly trip…for whole catfish…catfish was on the menu…almost everywhere down south…it was just never whole…and according to the catfish eating expert…fillets are just not the same…

No time was wasted…as we headed to his favorite catfish digs…the fish isn’t served until 4:00…so we arrive…no later than 4:05…in order to beat the rush…yes…we have become…those people…

On our way home…my Mr. was sharing more Coon tales…or should one say…tales of Coon….we reach home…still laughing about life with Coon…and what to our wondering eyes should appear…no farther than 15 feet away…a not so little friend…just sitting there…watching us…

We’ve never seen a coon…in our yard…near our place…in our neighborhood…ever…maybe…my Mr. says…all the talk of Coon…conjured up his spirit…and he came to say hello…

And just like that…Mr. Racoon…was gone…poof…or maybe plop…because most likely…he went down the sewer hole…but we shall never…really know...

Hmm…I say…let me tell you about Lucky…my best friend…a little roly poly black and white rat terrier…got him when I was 7…he died…the week I went to college...most likely…of a broken heart…

So now it’s time for Lucky tales…or should we say…Tales of Lucky…maybe he…too…will drift in for a visit…

So this old gal...can say…good-bye…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…