Well, folks. Tonight was the big night again. The Cracker Barrel was hoppin' tonight. Brenda Allen came in with someone that I know HAD to be Elvis in disguise. I could tell by the head held high and that confident stride. Sometimes you just have that gut feeling about something. And my gut said the KING was in the room. I don't know who his plastic surgeon was, but he did a good job. Even down to giving him a perfect head. Only a few men have a head worthy of being shaved. The rest, eh. This guy was perfect. I just knew that if the joint had a band, he'd be up there gyrating and singing Blue Suede Shoes at the drop of a hat.
Anyhoo, there was the usual chatter. This month all had their calendars out doing the colonoscopy shuffle. They were all coordinating who was getting one and who was driving who. Then who was returning the favor. It is a beautiful thing to see folks working together like that. When I was watching the goings on, tears came to my eyes.
Char was back from the Greased Pig Wrestling National Championships in lovely Minot, North Dakota. We were all proud that she got all the way to the last round. Unfortunately, the regulations for the round were that all contestants had to use Crisco. Chars preferred greasy substance was WD 40, so that put her at a slight handicap right off. Now with the Crisco, you did have the choice of oil or solid. Char made a change up at the last minute to solid. That proved her undoing for sure. The way we heard it online from the paramedics, she threw herself right off on to the hogs back ( the dreaded Mr Porky, well known in the upper plains), she couldnt get her grip around his neck. He started his famous sharp veer to the left. She was thrown to his right and received a hip check from the swine. This threw her back onto his back but forward where she unintentionally head butted him in his occipital region. This immediately knocked her out and she fell to the sawdust covered tile floor in a heap. It seems ( the way the paramedics explained it) that she came to in the hospital crowing like a rooster and remained that way for bout 36 hours. By this time, the docs at Minot Childrens' Hospital (yes, she ended up there. What do you expect? It's Minot!) suspected a head injury. Thank the Lord, when she came around she pretty much was in her right mind. The only lasting residual Is that every once in a while she'll punctuate her verbiage with a few clucks and a crow every now and again. Kinda like Tourette's Syndrome. Those of us that are close to her understand and still love her despite this unfortunate handicap. Her students do make fun of her behind her back, the hateful little punks. We have been told that she may eventually come out of it. We can only hope.
Well, we were so happy to have her back with us that I watched with secret joy when she got involved in the giddiness around the colonoscopy plans. I'm just glad that she got back in time to schedule hers. It's the little things in life that bring the most joy.
Char was back from the Greased Pig Wrestling National Championships in lovely Minot, North Dakota. We were all proud that she got all the way to the last round. Unfortunately, the regulations for the round were that all contestants had to use Crisco. Chars preferred greasy substance was WD 40, so that put her at a slight handicap right off. Now with the Crisco, you did have the choice of oil or solid. Char made a change up at the last minute to solid. That proved her undoing for sure. The way we heard it online from the paramedics, she threw herself right off on to the hogs back ( the dreaded Mr Porky, well known in the upper plains), she couldnt get her grip around his neck. He started his famous sharp veer to the left. She was thrown to his right and received a hip check from the swine. This threw her back onto his back but forward where she unintentionally head butted him in his occipital region. This immediately knocked her out and she fell to the sawdust covered tile floor in a heap. It seems ( the way the paramedics explained it) that she came to in the hospital crowing like a rooster and remained that way for bout 36 hours. By this time, the docs at Minot Childrens' Hospital (yes, she ended up there. What do you expect? It's Minot!) suspected a head injury. Thank the Lord, when she came around she pretty much was in her right mind. The only lasting residual Is that every once in a while she'll punctuate her verbiage with a few clucks and a crow every now and again. Kinda like Tourette's Syndrome. Those of us that are close to her understand and still love her despite this unfortunate handicap. Her students do make fun of her behind her back, the hateful little punks. We have been told that she may eventually come out of it. We can only hope.
Well, we were so happy to have her back with us that I watched with secret joy when she got involved in the giddiness around the colonoscopy plans. I'm just glad that she got back in time to schedule hers. It's the little things in life that bring the most joy.
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