Photo by ~ R. LynnWent into Gert's Tavern today to have coffee with the locals at 10.
Shortly after I arrived Dan walked in. He sat down next to me and starting giving me shit about this blog and why I can't find something funny to write about with all that goes on at Gert's.
"I'm not here every minute of every gawd damn day like you are", I retorted. "I miss most of the stuff."
And so I was filled in on the, Rita vs Terry battle; Jocko's large mouth bass; and Psycho John.
All in all, not much new, just a different month.
Gert was gone to the Cities, where she normally is. The "open for launch" sign was taken down and the cook she hired was wandering about with a lost look on his face. He will do that for a few more weeks before he realizes he does not work there anymore. I'm not sure where Gert found this fellow but it was not at a Yale graduation ceremony, for sure.
Psycho John is a fellow who lives with his mother still at age, 49. Flip flops back and forth between two girl friends, depending on which one left him last.
He amazed everybody in town one time when he actually had a job for more than a month. I think it was the third job he has had in his lifetime. Mom still buys everything for him and he sees no reason to exert himself any further than need be.
Jocko is a nice old man who comes up for a week or so at a time. Usually brings some smoked jerky or pickled fish for the locals to sample. Trouble is he also brings several younger fellows with him. I think they are related. Benny and Dave are two that would not be missed by the town if they never, ever showed up again. Sober they are tolerable, but they are never sober.
Two of the most obnoxious people you ever want to meet.
Jocko caught himself a nice bass yesterday. He was excited. He had released it but there were a couple of cell phone pictures taken before it was returned. Nice to see an old man excited like that.
Rita has been with the same person for a couple of years now and it is time for her to move on. The fights with her partner will increase in intensity and occurrence as the summer progresses, cultivating in a separation. She always seems to have a place to move into immediately.
The cooked walked out of the kitchen and stared at the lights that were not turned on in the restaurant part of the bar. He just doesn't get it.
Tim came in and sat down like someone was going to wait on him. "What the hell you doing", said Dan.
Tim let out an, "Oh! What was I thinking" and got up and poured himself a cranberry vodka. "Forgot that Gert was gone."
As he rang up the drink in the register and the drawer popped open he let out a, "Geeeezzzzzz!"
"How the hell is a guy to make change when Gert leaves three dollars in the till?"
He closed the drawer and sat back down. I figured he would either not pay for the drink or drink up twenty dollars worth so he didn't have to make change. Either way I was not going to be around to find out. Had things to do.
"See you guys later."
As I headed out the door Benny was on his way in and already bouncing off the bulletin board in the entry way.
It was going to be a rainy Sunday and I had some plants that needed transplanting. Good weather for it, I was thinking. But like most ideas things got cut short by a phone call from my father-in-law. He had broken his lawn mower; he wanted his dock in; and he wanted the lake pumps put in for watering his garden.
______________________________I have been testing a friendship lately.
Jury is still out.