Vicky is on the phone to her mom. Apparently there has been an addition to the family, a new neice or nephew, and Vicky is getting all the details. Thought I'd come in here and answer a few posts and decided to write one as she is going along in Tagalog at a mile a minute and doesn't look like she's going to wind down anytime soon.
Got a letter of apology from the women's shelter. Better than I hoped for. Time to put it behind me.
You know, Filipinas are funny little things. When we are walking along we are arm in arm with her wedding set on full display. At a restaurant with a long tablecloth she'll slide one or the other foot out of a shoe and play footsie with my leg under the table while she chats as if nothing is going on, and smiles as I lose concentration in the discussion. But she won't lip kiss me in front of the grandson or other company unless I grab her and go for it myself, which I do frequently, to her embarassment. I'm not talking about tongue here, just a kiss on the lips. Not in front of company. But when we're alone in the house.....
She gets along with Mrs. Mayor, who will plop in my lap and stick her finger in my ear, but would shred any other woman who tried it. And Mrs. Mayor is a tall, leggy, busty, Texas blonde, former beauty queen who could still compete. If Vicky had a stereotype of a woman to be jealous of, Mrs. Mayor would be it. But she just laughs at Mrs. Mayor's antics. It helps that Mr. Mayor will look at his wife and say "Quit molesting the man, dear" and laugh himself.
An unlikely friendship, a real odd couple, Vicky and Mrs. Mayor. Vicky is shorter and dark, but her figure matches Mrs. Mayor's in the other ways except length of legs. Vicky works at her figure dilligently, as does Mrs. Mayor. She is very outspoken and gregarious and is really into public displays of affection for Mr. Mayor, while Vicky is quieter or more subtle in public with me. Do you remember Goose's wife in Top Gun? Take that attitude and love for her hubby, mix it with legs by Ivana Trump, Bonnie Tyler's throaty voice and throw in Spophia Loren's sultriness and full frontal assets and you have Mrs. Mayor. If there is ANYone Vicky should be jealous of, it is Mrs. Mayor. But they are the fastest of friends.
Vicky gets along well with our housekeeper, Hazel. Except she refuses to allow Hazel to wash my underwear. I thought that she would pester Hazel to death but they seem to have hit it off. Hazel is a wonder. First off, she is black, and LARGE. I mean really, Really LARGE. Tall and thick both. Hazel could pimp-slap Della Reese around and have enough left over to handle Laurence Fishburne. She's the kind that lifts the 'fridge to vacuum under it. Yet there is no doubt who is the queen bee of the house, who gives the orders. I overpay Hazel, but she's a gem. For one thing no one is going to drive in and hassle Vicky when I'm not there, not with Hazel around. I sure wouldn't mess with Hazel. Lennox Lewis wouldn't mess with Hazel. Hazel could put ketchup on her ears and step in the ring with Mike Tyson. My grandson was afraid of her at first but the dog liked her right off and soon she had charmed the grandson too. Vicky hired her on advice of the priest. Hazel is a widow who had some hard times and needed a job. Being one of few blacks in the area she cleaned houses for a living but couldn't get many families to hire her. She is also a devout Catholic. She has no complaints about her wages now as I'd hate to lose her. I'm trying to talk her into being a live-in and giving up her small apartment in town.
Other news, let's see. Oh, I bought another bull. A youngster. Now I am happier about my stock situation. I also have to dynamite part of the beaver dam again this year. They are dam*ed impudent beasts even if they are cute. I saw a bobcat in the woods the other day, called the game warden and reported the sighting. Went and got some plaster from the house and made a cast of the prints for the warden. They are a protected species and pretty rare here. Vicky is worried it will hunt the beavers. I just hope it stays in the woods away from the chickens. Calves are all doing well so far. My horse went a little lame last week and I had the vet in - touch of tendonitis. Got the chinmey sweeps scheduled for June.
Well, I've bored you enough and she just hung up, so off to bed and I think I'll sleep in until 7:00 tomorrow.
-Don
