The Rants of an Old Cantankerous Doctor

Yep it has been another trying
day with these Baptist. Not one person knows how to play a good
game of Chess or Whist.
Damn if I could remeber, howto spell
that cantangerat word! But anyway, they only know how to play checkers. How
brain less is that!
I am spending so much time over Mrs. White's Blueberry cultivation center, that
the misses is getting a little bit concern! It Irks her, I go
so much. But it is the only stimulating thing besides watching the damn mold
form west side of the tree. Gosh Darn is west or
north !!!! By the way, I just found out that pictures can wrap in these
blimey pages,

Hey Haha!
Goshes be a live! I
ain't dead yet! Just takes time for the light to break
on Marblehead. I get a laugh out of that new one, I just had
a friend from Boston visit , .....yeah well go
sit on a sour porcupine in June!!

Speaking of which, we
had a newcomer to our colony today, yep I got another one. They always
come daily in the heat of the summer, they drop their draws and fold their shirt
so James can bring them to their rooms. Ah that holy is so inviting, so beautiful.
The sidewalk leads right to it. Right before the blueberry patch.

Right, Blueberries!
Mrs. White is gathering the finest blue berries of the Pines.
Those happless Pineys just bring her everything from the finest
seeds, cuttings, and bushes so she can do some Frankenstein genetic manipulation
on them. Ah Ha!!

But
I have been keeping from her a secret, I am growing 20 foot tall Huckleberry
bushes, no trees right in the swamp.

Gosh darn those deer,
i got to wrap up the whole patch in fencing and cement. Even had to
install a frame and door with two steps down to get in. But she has never seen
anything like these berries, quarter size!
And Lushous, now you do not go and tell her. My Wife takes great pride in them
cultivations of hers.

Tell you a littlesecret, the misses is a little bit jealous of that old
hag. Oh but it gets her spirit up after the candles are blown out, if you get
where I am coming from... But those trees.

So
the newcomers always head right for
the arch cut out in that cropping of five large holly trees. I keep it like
an Igloo of branches and leaves, they just walk right in and see the metal ring
around the base. The hole dug out so they can swing their legs. The temperture
drops 10 degrees in there and I can always here the sighbefore they sit down
and scream bloody murder. Have you ever sat with your dairy air exposed to rough
dried out serated holy leaves before. I hope you do not! Unless
you come to my resort and happen to forget.......

But
needless to say, even when it gets boring watching the mold grow on the stares
of those baptist peeking through my fence. There is always something to give
you a jolt, by watching them bolt.