Stuffy noses and cold house...
Can't sleep! My nose is stuffy and it must be 55 degrees in the house cause I haven't turned on the heat yet. Another winter commences in the deep south...I'm sitting in total darkness,fingers poised above the keys striking dully like so many crab pinchers fighting over tidbits of smelly old pieces of rotten bacon. Well, took a trip down memory lane with that last phrase.
My Grandfather slipping the pieces of bacon on the hook just so,and me holding my breath with baited anticipation watching him jerk a big fat blue crab out of the St. John's river in Green Cove Springs Florida,down that special dock in my Grandmother's back yard. It was a very long dock as docks go and it had cat-tails growing beside it. And some sort of tree that the carpenter ants would harvest because I saw them carting them off one time in little half-moon divets just like I had seen on the National Geographic show on television. It was warm and sunny and life was good when I was five. No paragraphs/No apologies!
