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HUCKABY: What I'll do if it ever warms up

Darrell Huckaby

Darrell Huckaby

I used to work with a wonderful lady named Edna Goble. We taught PE together, along with Wilbur Fisher and the legendary Spencer Boyd at Cousins Middle School. Edna was my square dance partner when we did that unit and was really light on her feet -- especially for a woman who was eight months pregnant, which Edna was at the time.

Edna had the misfortune, during that time -- along with her husband -- of owning two houses. They moved before selling their old residence and had a hard time getting rid of it. Some of you are all too familiar with that situation -- and lest you think houses were easy to get rid of back then, Jimmy Carter was president and interest rates on home loans were about 18 percent.

Money can get pretty tight when a young family has to make two house payments every month, and Edna had to be pretty frugal to manage her monthly household budget. She stuck pretty much to necessities in those days and almost every day she would relate to me a whole litany of things she wanted to buy -- once she sold her "other" house. Things like new shoes and a car and a new John Denver tape, if I recall correctly.

I hope she got all those things she wanted when her house finally sold.

Now I told you that to tell you this. I only have one house and it is not for sale. But I have a long litany of my own -- not of things that I want to buy, but of things I want to do -- once the weather gets warm.

Now I'm not complaining -- at least not all that much. I know we haven't had a particularly harsh winter. The thermometer hasn't been in the 20s very many times and we've had no snow or sleet or ice at all. We've had a few very pleasant days here and there. But for the most part, the weather has been lousy -- especially the last few weeks -- with cold rain and afternoon highs that have struggled to climb above the low 50s. I am ready for it to get warm because my old bones just can't seem to stand the cold anymore, and I have a lot of things that I want to do -- when it gets warm.

I want to landscape my yard, for instance, when it gets warm. Last spring some of my magnificent students spent a Saturday clearing out part of the woods next to my yard and Jay Milligan -- speaking of legends -- came over and ground up the stumps for me. A couple of weeks ago we pulled up all the shrubs in front of our house and now my yard is a blank canvas, so to speak, and I am dying to put splotches of color here and there, in the form of roses and azaleas and any number of flowering plants. I will, too -- as soon as it gets warm.

I want to start walking again, too. The meds I am taking -- and the 5,000 calories I consume each day -- have caused me to gain a lot of weight this winter. I want to walk it off -- as soon as it gets warm.

Then there is golf. I have been struggling to learn the game for two years now and I am terrible at it. Tommy Moon, out at Cherokee Run golf club, has graciously offered to give me a few pointers and help me with my game. With a little luck I can get my scores down below the 120 mark, and I intend to take Tommy up on his offer -- as soon as it gets warm.

When it gets warm -- and it will, eventually -- it will then turn hot and then cool and then next winter it will get cold again. I have almost run out of firewood this year and really need to help the other men on our farm -- Benny, Wade and Tyler -- split some more, in preparation for next winter. They've cut some all along but I have had a really busy January and February. But I plan to help them replenish our supply -- just as soon as the weather warms up. I'm sure you get the picture by now.

My lovely wife, Lisa, has always been cold-natured. She has never, ever liked winter. I have never minded it in the least. I look forward to the change in seasons usually. Not this year however. The cold seems to have been a damp bone-chilling cold. So I am going to fix my yard and play golf and work up woods and do all sorts of fun and productive things when that mercury rises just a little bit.

In the meantime, I am on my way to Texas for another visit with the wonderful folks at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center and I would love to take your prayers with me. I'll be back before you know it -- as soon as it gets warm.

And if you run into Edna Goble -- tell her Darrell says hey.

Darrell Huckaby is a local educator and author. Email him at dhuck008@gmail.com. For past columns, visit www.rockdalecitizen.com or www.newtoncitizen.com.