Last Saturday and Sunday were absolutely gorgeous. Sunday afternoon Betty wanted to get out of the house and I suggested that she go with me to Oasis and she could sit in the sun and read or walk a little and I could fish for a while. She was a little hesitant but agreed to go. When we got there, she went to a table to sit and read. Well, the very first thing, she was shooing the flies off the table and a little bee stung her on the finger and it began to swell and she was in pain. As I was fishing she came to me and asked if I had any salve? She wanted to know if there was a first aid station at the lake?-no. Well she endured for another 10 minutes and continued to shoo flies away----she said there were a thousand of them. Well, she came to me and ask for the keys to the PU so she could get away from the flies. I gave her the keys and told her that I was about through fishing?? and would be there in a few minutes. So much for the outing at Oasis. But it did end well. On the way home we stopped by Foxy Drive-In and got 6 taquitas and headed home. After 3 taquitas and some Benadryl for the finger, everything was okeydokey. All nestled in her easy chair with her book and an occasional peek at the football game, Betty was a happy camper. Needless to say, there will be no more outings to Oasis.
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FOR MIL'S PLACE
by Bobby Snipes, guest writer
11-14-13
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