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A Farmer’s Dark Night Report
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Fern(Mi)    Posted 02-28-2005 at 15:49:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
3:00AM and I was sorrily awakened from the wrong side of a disgusting old habit. My senses enlivened since giving up smoking sometimes seem to be playing tricks on me.

Take for instance a few moments ago I awoke with a smoker’s cough. A cough the likes I haven’t had for over a couple years. Along with it my mouth felt and tasted like the cavern of a two or three pack-a-day smoker? Weird eh? Evening before last, I was asking Frieda if she had used some vinegar or been into a bottle of wine, (I meant to mention for cooking), my nostrils and taste buds so keenly set on the scent, she informed me I was totally imagining.

Then as if to pull my chain, Frieda served up “wieners and sauerkraut” for lunch yesterday. And along with eating this repast my nose took in the familiar wine/wine-vinegar scent. Regardless my adventurous nose and throat intrigues, the suggestive fantasy’s word has brought about an afternoon’s eating reward.

Meanwhile, the episode still so fresh upon my mind and palette. I’m reminded when the kids had emptied Frieda’s aunt Ida’s urn of ashes. Swearing the children to secrecy or suffer their mother’s wrath I had to make those ashes right. What is so vivid here is the sums of the tastes and smells of all them stinking cigarettes and ash trays emptied and riddled to recollect ashes enough from a hundred cartons and almost two years of smoken them to refill that Aunty Ida’s urn. The cussed urn had been put into Frieda’s care because it was thought her husband Willey who she had preceded would have used her vessel for an ash tray?
Fernan


Alias    Posted 02-28-2005 at 16:30:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
Fern it was my dear Mother-in-laws request that her ashes be thrown into the ocean at the Ocean City Pier. Well, we went up to the very end and the wind was right strong. So, each of us took a handful and with our backs to the wind, let her ashes blow into the waves.

Now, I don't know if anyone here has ever handled any such ashes but I would be willing to bet it didn't contain any of my dear sweet MIl. Nawsir, that stuff was gritty kitty litter, sure as shooting.

Once I felt that stuff, I knew something was amiss. But, I kept quiet about it. I didn't want to be the one to spoil that somber moment.
I just thought it was a shame to pay all that money for cremation and all you get for it is 22 cents worth of cat litter. .....gfp


deadcarp    Posted 02-28-2005 at 16:19:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
when i quit the nurses told me a hack was typical- it'll go away in a few weeks - and it did - just clearing yer pipes. THEN you'll smell & taste everything again. :)


Fern(Mi)    Posted 02-28-2005 at 16:27:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
And, I had always wished Aunt Ida was only one hack away......


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