"AUNT DONNA'S STAINING PARTY'

Hot day in Albuquerque, and not a cloud in the sky.

Take it back--- one  little wisp was high-tailing it 

westward, as if to catch up with the big bunch from

yesterday. For once, forest fires were not sending

smoke our way.

Yesterday I was a "helper..." as we learned in Sunday

School.

I did stuff galore...helped with the cabbage stew,  

chopping celery in little bitty pieces...peeling and

dicing potatoes, cutting up a big head of cabbage...

clearing out the old magazine stack....and I don't

know whatall!

Now my son, a master craftsman with exotic woods

had brought me this nice gift box...for keeping "man's"

stuff in...and it needed staining.

So BE says to me this morning: "You have a lot of

Brownie Points  built up, and I'm a-gonna put on my

painting suit and stain that box for you!"

"Iff'n you'll just come out and sit on the porch and talk

and maybe sing to me a bit."

So Boys, as has often happened to me in my musical

life, there I was, once again called on to produce a 

solo.

"I'll wing it," I thought.

Here's the box...and here was my song...

"I was seeing Nellie ho-o-me

    I was seeing Nellie home; 

And 'twas from Aunt Donna's

    staining party

I was seeing Nellie home."

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Mil

6 July 2016