Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Day 305 CJSM-book IV


Day 305

 

 

Rachel Rebecca (Becky)---July 9, 1973

 

 

Fireworks!---Warning!...“Adult”-supervision required! (Oh! So very true!)

So---let’s mix it up a little with…a “very” pregnant woman and a 26-year old “kid” who has a large grocery bag chock full of fireworks! Uh! Oh! I smell---not trouble…Disaster!

Okay. So, just maybe I am not the most responsible “adult” (by age) on the planet? Hmm!?

See! It was more like---Uh!...Well? Gee!

Lovely Lady Candice Leah was carrying this huge watermelon under her shirt, sort of?

I just had to have “fireworks”---after all…it was the 4th of July. So, I bought a few firecrackers
to celebrate the “Boom! Boom!”-holiday. Really---just a hand full of “fun”…Really!

We were constructing our first “new” house on a delicious 10-acre property sitting on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River bottoms with a spectacular vista some 30 miles into Missouri and took a couple with us to shoot off some fireworks as dusk approached.

Being the very fine “Gentleman” I am, I carried a lawn chair into the pasture for Lady Candice to sit and enjoy the show; she was grateful for my courtesy. Let the show begin!

Seating “my-Lady” safely away from the spot I had chosen to explode the shells, I took a package of bottle-rockets from my stash safely stored under Lady Candice’s “safe” –seat.

Carefully---with perfect “adult”-manners…I lighted the wick of a bottle rocket.

That rebel, rascal, recalcitrant, rogue “bomb” shot out---sideways…directly into the bag.

Looking back (from a fair distance of adequate time & space) it was quite hilarious to see a very “rotund” woman squirming in an un-cooperating chair being incinerated by an angry fireworks display ignited in an “all-at-once” accidental conflagration-disaster. She could not get up with that huge belly exacerbated by the flames and sparks trying to burn her to death. Wow!

Becky was quite stubborn; even that catastrophe did not dislodge her from her “home”.

Fireworks demand adult supervision---and, our “adult”…was incapacitated, temporarily.

Five days later, our good doctor decided to induce labor---Voila…”Rachel Rebecca” comes!

If you dare think the “fireworks”-accident was exciting---the fun…had only just begun.

Without breaching “good manners” by disclosing the number of years passed since that incident, just let me say the “best” times have come. Wow! What a fantastic---Gift!

Honey! I sure enough tried my best to bring you on July 4th---Honest!...I reckon I did! Sorry!

We sure have had a “hot” time since---and…continuing! Thank you! Very much! Let’s rock!

My seven precious stones adorn my golden crown---I love you all…more than life! Amen!


2-confessions: 1) You are my firecracker; and, 2) I haven’t grown up---not one tiny…wit!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Hot times!” Memories!

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