Well, y'all, last night was Saturn's Day, and I have never experienced such thunder and lightning. My computer was trembling and I could hardly type,
Latin George's daughter was experiencing Labor day and he let me know from the hospital. I said a little prayer for her.
Glad to know my friend Roger is alright, too.
A sleepless night for me, and for the first time ever, I ate supper at five o'clock and could not fall asleep.
My daughter's mauve yorki dog could not be found and that dog is like a child to her.
The only person that I have been with when he died was my daddy and he kept saying: Quit grinning at me like a possum. He wanted a wake and looking back, that was odd. Then we sang Don't let the deal go down.
Two songs for the bright and clear morning here.
First a birthday guy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVX_9ODImo0
Now, Doc Watson does the music to Don't Let the Deal go down, but not the lyrics that I know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbhhW54PItM
Our lyrics:
where did you get those high top shoes,
where did you get that dress so fine,
I got my shoes from a railroad man,
and my dress from a driver in the mine
