A friend informs me that wild trout ‘require little preparation—a cast iron pan on the fire works….Or wrap them in foil and bake them with butter.’
Then my bed collapsed. Trying to get out of it and over the bed frame, I apparently sprained something in the (recovering from total knee replacement surgery) right leg, so was in a bit of extra pain since, but it slowly came around. Thanks to Rob Neiwert, who wrestled the box springs and mattress from the upstairs guest room downstairs to my bedroom so I’d have a place to sleep. No more guest room for the time being, but I still have a hide-a-bed sofa in the living room (if anyone is coming by), and I have relatives and ither friends who will probably put someone in a guest room. So guests don’t have to sleep in the street. Of course, there’s also a great RV park by the lake, for people in their motorhomes. Thanks also to Deanna Neiwert, who sent by a great fish dinner and, on another day, steak by the hand of her good son Cade. (Yes, I know that ‘Cade’ is an unusual name, but that’s not my fault, or his. Talk to Rob and Deanna about it.)
Thanks also to Dick and Nina Foulke, first because their last name reminds me of a joke and a song:
Joke: a doctor is repairing his VW beetle stopped by the side of the road, when a patient drives by, lowers his window, sniffs, ‘I didn’t know you operated on just plain Volks’, to which the doctor quickly replies, ‘Haven’t you heard of Medicar?’ And doesn’t ‘Volk’ mean ‘folk’, as in ‘people’, the ‘volkswagen’ being the ‘people’s car’?
Song (I remember from Woodstock school in junior high):
‘Some folks like to cry. Some folks, do, some folks do.
Some folks pine and sigh, but that’s not me or you.
Long live the merry, merry heart that laughs by night and day
Like the queen of mirth, no matter what some folks say’.
The Foulks are happy folks.
And thanks to them also because they brought me so much potato-and-cheese soup that it took me three meals to eat it all, AND beef soup/stew, which I ate next (the Tupperware container said BS, which I trust, I think, I hope, I believe meant beef soup or beef stew).
And for taking me to the ear-nose-throat specialist. Since Sis Foulk delivered mail for 27 years, she was able to deliver this male to a doctor’s office. And Bro Foulk works at the cemetery, so if all these health problems get the better of me, he’ll be able to help me find a place for my remains to rest.