I slept with the creek again last night. No better opportunity for such than I have with Doghouse’s deck and Moore’s Run ten feet away. Lately my ears have gotten weak enough it’s hard to hear gurgling rapids from inside soft recliner, particularly in cool weather when I close the door.
Outside I lay back in portable recliner with a camo poncho liner over me. Liner gave some bug protection on bare legs and arms left uncovered by short sleeves and shorts. Bugs still played with my bare head and face until I adorned my bald head with pocket hanky to further limit exposure.
All up and down the creek, frog talk and plops. Until I dozed off I kept an eye out for deer, groundhogs, muskrats and rabbits. Not much on any of those except rabbits. Bunches of them this year everywhere on my farm. A mama and two babies nibbled their way across Doghouse’s mown lawn now littered with Sycamore bark.
I woke about 1:30 chilly. Thermometer claimed 57°. I moved inside opting for comforter and upholstered recliner for warmth.
But before all that. Supper at KacKapon Restaurant in Wardensville. Liver and onions. Only place I know of around here where I can get a good meal of liver. Pap and Mom taught me to like it growing up. Almost nobody else I know wants anything to do with it. No place else I eat regularly, including home and friend, Mary Wicks’ house, has liver on the menu.
Liver, sautéed onions and gravy, mashed potatoes with gravy, white beans with chopped raw onion and a dinner roll to mop my plate. It was good. A good old time “from here” supper. Only thing lacking was fresh garden tomatoes. My plate went back to the kitchen bread polished clean, yet begging for a slice of cocoanut creme pie. My tummy said “no way!” so I didn’t.