12 April 2020 Easter Sunday
I had four biscuits wrapped up in plastic wrap, from yesterday’s breakfast Therefore, I was forced to make some Depression gravy to go with them. Biscuits and gravy. Yum-m-m-m. This time I made the gravy without salt or pepper. The dogs like the stuff on their hard food and they don’t need all of the salt or pepper. Crazy dogs “eatin’ good in the neighborhood”.
Summer’s big job of today was to tend to her animals. My big job was to park my carcass in the recliner and do nothing for a day.
I was awakened this morning by a text from my grand daughter, Mary Elisabeth, wishing me a Happy Easter. She’s seventeen now but I still can remember when she was small and her Grandmother Connie made her an Easter basket every year. In some ways, it seems like yesterday and in others it seems a lifetime ago. Connie has been gone now for just over three years and, sometimes, I still expect to look up and see her sitting on the couch.
Miss Suzy and I slept like rocks last night. She, usually, wakes me up to go pee a couple of times on any given night. That didn’t happen last night. I guess she was really tired from all of the sleeping she did yesterday. Sleeping during the day is one of her best cute dog tricks.
Sunday dinner was a spiral sliced ham, blackeyed peas and turnip greens with cornbread and sweet tea. You can take a Southerner out of the South but you can’t take the South out of a Southerner. The ham wasn’t spiral sliced, when I was a boy, but it was still good at Easter. The blackeyed peas and turnips were home canned by my Grandmother Byrd. I helped shell all of those peas and pull all of those turnips out of the ground the previous late summer and early fall. I didn’t like all of the work that it entailed but I sure liked eating them later.
Well-l-l-l, I guess I’m calling it done. I hope and pray that each and everyone of you has a healthy and happy Easter.