Last weekend after a month of rain, Rick took this picture of the front pond. They show the trees around the pond and their reflection in the muddy but still very welcome water. This picture made me think about the laughter like rain that poured on a muddy situation.
“He’s such a beautiful baby. He looks like you and he looks like Ben,” I commented.
“He just woke up and he seems to be coming to…out of his sleep, a real short nap for him. You know it’s a real fine line between cryin’ and laughin’…he wants to laugh but ’cause he’s so groggy from nap time he falls into crying …let me keep talking …trust me on this…I’ll get him to laughing.”
And so she continued to tell us a story. “Years ago, Jimmy Lee called that he and his buddies…from Rice no less…”
Her voice rose upon declaring “Rice” as in Rice University, in absolute disbelief of what she was about to tell.
She adjusted her rimless glasses as she continued “and he had just passed the bar for law…anyways they were stuck in the sand. Richard had to go out in the middle of the night and rescue them.”
Richard added, “Did you tell them what they were doing out there in the middle of the night?”
“No, I thought I’d let you tell them that part. Anyways, Richard went to rescue them, and I had to get my babies up and put them on two pallets on the floor to make the beds for Jimmy Lee and his friends, from Rice.”
Richard explained, “I pulled their car out of the sand. Turns out they had gone into town to shoot out lights.”
“And he just passed the bar and those buddies of his from Rice,” she declared in astonishment.
“It was the stupidest thing…I was waked in the night, haven’t seen them since that night, and he expected me to go rescue him…I did though.”
“Just like my dad Itus would have…my dad may not have liked you but he always lent a hand…I will say this tho’, if my dad didn’t like you he would soon let you know but he wouldn’t deny helpin’ you,” she said.
“Anyways, I offered them breakfast the next morning and they refused, saying they didn’t want breakfast. I told them if I had gone through the trouble of making beds for them and fixin’ breakfast they were going to eat with us. Then, they sat their butts in the chairs and ate pancakes, eggs and sausage and drank coffee. Then, I asked Jimmy Lee if he had talked with his wife. He said no. I told him to go to the phone right now and tell her where he was, who he was with and what he had done. He did it, with Richard and me in the kitchen and his buddies at the table…he stood right there on the phone telling her. We haven’t seen or heard from him since then. I do know that years later he was dis-barred.”
“And divorced…yeah, I should have taken them to the sheriff and turned them in,” Richard added disgusted.
We laughed so hard tears rolled out of our eyes and down our cheeks. “Imagine, him from Rice and all.” The baby laughed too, happy to sit on his granny’s lap and watching us after a good nap.