Instead of news around Lockhart, it should be titled the Life of Connie.
So last weekend, Chuck and I went to eat at the York Fish Camp, and afterward went to Walmart in York. Here’s a little background on Chuck — he will talk normal to you in person, but when the phone rings he’ll holler to whom ever calls “Hey!!” I guess because the phone’s small and doesn’t come to his mouth he thinks you can’t hear him. Well anyway, Tony called him while we were in there, asking about Chuck’s procedure, which was a colonoscopy, and about the surgery he was facing. Let me tell you, the whole store heard of his procedure, by detail. I was doing my best to get a long way away from him, I didn’t want anyone to know we were together. But he kept catching up with me.
One time I called Gina, to see what I needed to buy, and she thought he was standing beside me, instead at the opposite end of the aisle. She thought that I should tell him to calm it down, but all I did was motion for him to keep it down, he doesn’t know sign language. John called after that and we started all over again, DETAILS. Now I think we need to go back, have Tony call again so the whole store knows he came out of surgery with flying colors. Well not really flying cause he really felt beat up. But it doesn’t look like the mass was cancer.
Speaking of cancer, please don’t forget Carolyn Edwards is giving a concert this Saturday, May 6 at the new Main Street Junction in Union at 6 p.m. She has stage 4 cancer in the kidney (she only has one, since years ago she had cancer in the other, and they removed it). Last year she had a place on her upper arm, and the doctor thought it was a spider bite. Well it turned out to be cancer, and now the same is in the other arm.
She used to sing with bands at various clubs years ago, so her last request is to sing for an audience before she passes. The doctor told her it was too late for chemo.
Well that’s how I am going to spend Saturday night, listening to her sing on stage, instead of under my hair dryer like she does when I ask her to.
Scottie Silvers will be the DJ. His wife just passed away with cancer. I am truly sorry for his loss.
I just finished cutting grass. I swear that hill, that is called my back yard, is going to kill me. I hope I never lose my balance, because I’ll end up in the road.
Well I’m really not through, just a little left, but the weed eater battery went dead, and the lawn mower kinda locked up. Yea!!!
I was telling Chuck that I just cut the grass and he said he saw it, when he rode by. He also said I should have called him to help. SURE. The truth is that this man told me some time ago, and many times that he’s no fool. There is no way he’d ever cut my hill. He usually stops by and sits in his truck and watches us cut grass, so I don’t know why he didn’t watch the show tonight. Except, I really do know he’s not completely healed.
“Do you believe in life after death?” the boss asked one of his younger employees.
“Well then, that makes everything just fine,” the boss went on. “About an hour after you left yesterday to go to your grandfather’s funeral, he stopped in to see you.”
Not Far Enough
I always try to go the extra mile at work, but my boss always finds me and brings me back.
Doing A Good Deed
I went to Belk today at the mall to buy a pair of shoes, and met up with a really sweet older lady, who thought she could just take the shoes off of the display counter to buy, and was disappointed that they only had one pair in her size. So I took it upon myself to check all the boxes on the racks (cause it was a sale) to find her size and style she wanted. And I didn’t get clerk pay. Her sister told me thank you for helping because she (the sister) wasn’t feeling well, and was just sitting this out. After I went through 40 boxes for her, she found two pairs.
Well by that time I forgot what I was looking for.
They were from Forest City, wherever that is. They were so nice. Even the salesman thanked me for helping her. I wonder if he got a commission. Then he charged me full price for my shoes, but I caught it just a second before that credit card went in the machine. So I saved $50. Well you know they mark everything up so you think you got a deal, anyway. Golly I sure miss Belk in Union. It’s rare I get to this one.
Well I know you wanted more news than I can deliver, but thank you all for being so nice to me, and putting up with me. I’ll say good night. Call if you want at 864-545-6652.