but a lil befor the sun ackshly cum up, my battry give out. i dint wurry much since i had me a nuthern. i stuck in n but lo n behold ifn twernt ded too!
so it goes. i figgerd i hattent lost nuthin on a counta whenever the sun do cum up lack as not it cums up yaller, witch ifn it duz that, everthang turns to strate daylite n ye caint do much with it.
but this mornin, ere me n miz bd could git home, up cums the sun jes as blood red n gentle as ye could ever magin. the water wuz so calm twuz purt near a mirror fer it.
but my battries wuz dun ded n i couldnt git no pitcher of it.
nor of the mama duck n her ducklins neethur.
miz bd sez to me as we try not to look head on into that beeyootifull mornin sun: 'ye know this is a lesson to ye bout chargin yer battries.'
as ye mite could magin, she warnt talkin bout no camera battries n i half to add mitt whar shes gut her point. i tend to go so hard ever now n agin to whar my battries gits cumpletely drained.
miz bd bleeves tiz whut happend to set up the last migraine. i spent a verr hard chargin week travlin to mason ohio to wurk with a trainin program fer 14 hours a day n by the time i cum home, seem lack i wuz a'gone half to git a migraine n lie in the bed ded asleep – with that thar cpap deevice blowin air up my nose – fer a day.
n whenever i finely cum out of it, my battries wus recharged.
innywho, heres one of the pitchers i did git this mornin, witch i still aint gut one i lack that much this hole year ...
(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)
(click on the pitcher to see it bigger.)
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