It was so cold this morning I let Lucky Dawg out all by herself to visit her great outdoor master bathroom. I rushed to the thermostat to turn up the heat and discovered it was 52 degrees in my house!
I was determined not to use the gas central heat until it was absolutely necessary. Today it was necessary.
Anyway, when I got back to the door, Lucky Dawg was no where to be seen. She has never, ever, left our yard and I panicked. I went running out into the street in my new pink bath robe with matching slippers, yelling “Wucky Duck” (that’s my pet name for her) COME HOME NOW! As I sprinted down the busiest street in town, early passers by waved and giggled. I figured Wucky had taken off to live with someone with a warmer home.
I returned home with a heavy heart, and there she stood at the back door shivering with that silly little grin on her face that always reminds me of my mother in law.
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” I yelled. “It’s colder than a grave diggers butt.”
I couldn’t believe I said that. I haven’t heard that – well, since Joanne died. I settled by the fire with my cup of coffee and began to remember Jo. She was a friend of mine who died of cancer about three years ago. She was Delta born and bred, but moved to Starkville after her husband died to renew her love affair with the Mississippi State Bulldogs.
She had a saying for everything – most dated to the depression when times were harder than they are today.
“If brains were dynamite he wouldn’t have enough to blow his hat off,” I once heard her say about MSU’s football coach. She described someone as “bald as a billiard ball.”
She described her temporary Starkville apartment as “so small you can’t cuss a cat without getting hair in your mouth.”
“Bring me some matchsticks,” she shouted one time when the Diamond Dawgs went into extra innings at 11 p.m. She had to explain they were to hold her eyes open.
After I got my hair spiked in a new do she responded “looks like an explosion in a mattress factory.” (I could always count on her to be brutally honest.)
I wish I had started a list of her sayings to save them for posterity. Funny how I remember her most on a bitter cold day. I can see her now, all decked in her Mississippi State finest. She wore bulldog earrings, bulldog necklaces and bracelets, layered in sweaters covered with bulldogs, and carried her bulldog purse. Practically everything she owned was maroon or white. I sure miss that girl.