June 21, 2006
I talked to my daughter today and persuaded her and Stacy to come visit me next month. They both have some time off from work, and I told them that I would pay for their travel expenses, let 'em stay at my house and I would take them out to eat at Mrs. Wilkes while they were here.
Who could refuse THAT offer??? They didn't, and they made me very happy.
Plus, the real reason I want Samantha to come visit is that she needs to see her great-grandmother. Mommie ain't doing so well and I don't know how much longer she's gonna be around. She's 96 years old, and bodies wear out over time. I've been too damn decrepit to go visit her the way I should, but I can get the girls to drive me over there if I can't do it myself.
That is a good thing.
Mommie always loved Samantha a lot. She still likes to tell the story of Sam coming to visit her one day, when my daughter was about three years old. (Bejus! TWENTY YEARS AGO!!! Fuck me dead...) I had just wrestled with a flat tire on my truck and Sam watched me doing it.
Mommie was cooking something in her kitchen and Sam looked at Mommie's old, wrinkled hands. Sam said, "Mommie, you need some air in your hands. They look like my daddy's flat tire."
Out of the mouths of babes, right?
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