Southern Hospitality

The scene of the grime. Note large bottle of hand lotion. OMG, the seam is showing on the lampshade.

This blog comes to you from Prairieville, Louisiana, where, as many times as I've visited here, I've yet to see a prairie dog. I'm in Louisiana to help my son pack up and move to Indiana while keeping the house spotless for the Looky Loos.
I awoke this morning having had a very good sleep, in spite of knowing my host was on an army cot in another room, a skill he learned in the Navy, sleeping on a metal shelf in the basement of an aircraft carrier.

As I was tucked in last night I was handed the remote for the bed and the TV remote control.
During the night, in a sleepy stupor, I reached for the remote to turn off the TV. The bed started shaking violently, and as a child of the west coast, I jumped out of bed and yelled, "Earthquake! Everyone remain calm! I know CPR!"
My granddaughter shuffled into the room, her eyes not fully open and handed me the TV remote. "Grandma, use this one for the TV.  'Night." With that, she shuffled back to bed.
I'm as progressive as the next person, but do they have to make all remotes look alike? I've seen coffee tables with so many remotes it looked like they had been breeding.
 Heard in the Remote Control Factory:
 "Hey, Bob, Whatcha thinkin' about for the design of the new salad spinner remote control?"
"I got it all done, Pete. It's rectangle, black, and with tiny white letters on the buttons."
"Good call, Bro!"
In the very early hours this morning, I reached across the bedstand to turn on the lamp. Something fell off the stand and made a very loud thump. Again I arose, and this time found the world's biggest bottle of hand lotion on the floor, and a mural of creamy goop all over the wall. I found my dirty socks and successfully wiped it up. The Looky Loos will never know.

Morning coffee and food provided by host with backache.

So that's the news this morning from Prairieville. I'll be here several days helping to pull off this move, and I'll keep you informed as long as they keep me in a comfy bed and feed me, preferably at the same time.
I still wish I could see a prairie dog or a covered wagon or something.