Just fer Nilda’s Cousin Clementine 3

That leaves us fellers standin’ there lookin’ a mite lost when Harlotta suggests we come sit a spell at her place. Having been roped into that afore, we politely decline and proceeded on down the road, her a trailing after lookin’ much like a lovesick cow, which in fact she very much did reassemble. Bout that time, Big John, the former circus midget comes out a dragging a case of beer, and we knowed where we was a gonna hole up fer the morning.

Just afore noon the ladies all come back, just a gushin’ about this new combination restaurant and beauty parlor that were in the midst of its grand operationing. All they’all wanted to go there for grub, and such as it were, we menfolk had no choice. So not knowing any better we’ all piled into a couple of trucks and left that park a trailin’ more dust than than a trailer load of busted sweeper bags. Them ladies was in the back a goin’ on about all the good things they'ed heard about this place, and how it was fillin’ a real need in their lives. Now I.M. weren’t too sure about that part, but I.M. did know that the way I.M.’s stomak was a rumbellin’ it was goin’ to take a mighty big plate of food to quiet it down. And it wers apparent from the sounds old Harvey Etalott sittin’ nearby was a makin’, he were havin’ the same problem.

Now since I.M. supposed to be given a minute by minute readdition of what our day were like for Clem, I.M. gotta stop here, else wise this here post which are already three days long, will be a going on for ever. So Clem, if this are what you want and ya want more just let us know and I.M. will fill you in the the restaurant that were from where Brother Bartholomew says all them sinners is a goin’ some day. An say howdy from me to that no account worthless moochin’ pain in the butt you is a married two next time he comes home fer a spell, cause I’m sure he’s got something good about him, even if ain’t no one figured out what it is yet.

Just fer Nilda’s Cousin Clementine 2

We got woked up just like always this mornin’ at 4:30 when that train went a barrelin’ down the track right ahind where we is parked. All the rattlin’ ans shakin’ of these RV mobile, mobile homes parked alongside us got the cows in the feedlot on the otherside of us a bawlin’ and a carryin’ on, so there weren’t gonna be no more sleep this morning. We did our morning duties, Nilda with her mudpak removal and myownself a sittin’ so’s I.M. could git a mornin' movement started. Then it were time fer breakfast.

Nilda got some bacon and eggs out of the refrigerator, and she didn’t even break any eggs a doin’ it. It are hard cause this here RV mobile, mobile home refrigerator are so small, two shoppin’ bags done fills it to overflowing. Next comes the pancakes and biscuits, though with all the ants crawling in the flour Nilda had to sift it first. Course if’n yall don’t like bugs and things y’all shouldn’t be livin’ this full time life, cause yer gonna git to know them real well, I.M. tellin’ ya. Sorry I.M. got off the story, but was some done eatin’, so next come our daily morning walk around the place we was a staying.

We hadn’t got but maybe ten steps when Harold and Henrietta comes a boundin’ out of their mobile, mobile home, a smilin’ like so as to make a shark looked close mouthed. First thing ya know we was a blabberin’ away to the point that Henry and Harlotta comes out and joins us. Now Henry ain’t much of a talker, but that wife of his is a talker and a hole lot more. That goes on fer a while, we moving on to the next sight, where Maude comes out a claiming the women folk and a leadin’ them off towards the clubhouse where they got some kind of craft confab which were a gonin’ on this mornin.

Just fer Nilda’s Cousin Clementine

Some of you’uns might be a wonderin’, what with me havin’ a dozen or so non-relatives a now readin’ this here blog, and it a getting’ more popular as my readers spread it hoof and mouth to others, just why I would want to make a post aimed at a lone person, and a relative at that. It are because Nilda and Clemintine weren’t just cousins, they was closer together than the rats in old man Dairyrumples barn, and after a workin’ fer him one summer, let me tell you that means mitey close.

Now I think you already know that Nilda didn’t have no sisters, and if she hasn’t told ya yet, she will one of these days when she writes another post. Anyway them two being favorite cousins and all, Clem, as she was always called by everyone but Nilda, has been a corry sponding with Nilda about this new life of ours, a wonderin’ if it were something she and her husband should take up. Nilda has been a writtin to her about what we do, but Clem keeps a pesterin’ her for a real minute by minute rundown. That are how Nilda come to ask me to write this here blog post, so that if’n any more cousins comes up with the same idea, Nilda could just refer them to my authenticative writin' on it. 

Now as anyonebody that are livin’ this here RV mobile, mobile home full time life knows, there sure ain’t no such thing as a typical day. It are just like livin’ in a regular place that don’t move around, at least it moves on the occasions it are runnin’ like it should. Which are another part of this here life folks don’t think about when they gets all dreamy eyed at the possibilities. So, with all that in mind, hear goes what a typical full time day are like fer me and Nilda.
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