Whew! The manuscript that published on 8/5/2023 -- about our family reunion in Charleston, Missouri, and our Mission Moscow reunion -- took a long time to finish writing! Two articles, which have been on my mind, had to wait. This is the first article that was waiting its turn.
Can a man eat a two-year-old
pie? This article proves that he can -- without becoming ill or
dying! The proof is in the embedded podcast and in the fact that I'm
still alive, to publish this article.
The article also mentions Mrs.
Appalachian Irishman's age
birthday. I apologize, dear reader. My wife has edited in the
on her age. Despite being the publisher and editor of this website, I
could not stop or remove her redaction!
I Ate the
Let him eat cake! No, I mean pie!
The article of 11/26/2021 has a section titled, “My 7/17/2021 Birthday Pie,” which includes a photograph of the pie, taken on that date. I need to go back and read what I've written more often!
This article today, on 8/7/2023, corrects my podcast, of 7/26/2023, in that it was a two-year-old pie, not three years old! I won't change the title of that podcast, but I will enter a comment, to correct the year! A writer must correct his errors! I'd been thinking incorrectly -- until I reread the 11/26/2021 article yesterday -- that the pie was three years old. No one, except the Good Lord, is perfect. I, however, disdain my mistakes, especially when speaking publicly or in a published article.
Also, this article has been striking through “Cake,” in red font, since, for some strange reason, I kept wanting to say “cake” -- instead of “pie” -- in the podcast. Yes, I hear you, dear reader. You are saying, “Let's see what's left of that two-year-old pie and watch you eat it!”
Photograph by M. Fearghail, on Monday, 7/17/2023, at 12:49 PM, before finishing his two-year-old birthday pie.
As the caption below the photograph explains, I photographed my birthday pie, placed on a corner of our kitchen cabinet top, before I ate the last two pieces. It was on my 63rd birthday, on Monday, 7/17/2023.
The Appalachian Irishman - Podcasts (on YouTube) episode is: Eating the Last Two Slices of Birthday Pie, Made Three Years Ago! (published 7-26-2023; episode 16). Again, it was a pie, not cake, and two, not three, years old, y'all!
Yes, well, I have to interject a little humor into “life, such as it is!” The second part of the podcast should refute any detractors! I ate all two slices of the pie. You have my word on it. It didn't kill me. I didn't even get sick. A lemon pie, stored in a freezer for two years, is as good as it was when it was made! Will Mom laugh about this, once I tell her? I imagine that she will. I look forward to telling her!
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman's Age XX Birthday
The day after I attained the young age of 63, Mrs. Appalachian attained the landmark age of xx. (There she goes, editing my article behind my back again!)
For several days, I'd been asking my wife what she wanted to do on her birthday. She decided that we should have a dinner date at the Texas Roadhouse. (Yankees call the noon meal lunch.) I should have taken a photograph or two of my young and lovely bride!
We enjoyed out dinner date, despite the rather loud “country music” videos that were blaring. “Country music” is in quotations for a reason. What we heard did not sound like the classic country music that we both like. In almost every video, dudes and dudettes wore cowboy hats. Almost every song sounded like the last one. This “rap-a-country-billy-rock” stuff ain't country! Real country music was by, among others, the Carter Family, Johnny and June Carter Cash, Loretta Lynn, Hank Williams, Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Bill Monroe, Merle Haggard, Charley Pride, Conway Twitty, Glen Campbell, George Jones, Tammy Wynette, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Reba McEntire, and John Denver -- just to name a few. That list isn't ranked by preference. Those true classic country artists simply came to my mind. Well, enough of this soapbox!
After our dinner date, we visited with her father and sister, who live about three miles away. They didn't give my wife too much grief, about attaining her milestone age. After we returned home, the surprise calls and emails began! (I'd stealthily arranged phone call and email surprises, for Mrs Appalachian Irishman!) My wife was pleasantly surprised by, among others, calls from my sister, Carol Sue, and our great niece, Addy. Travis and Kelly called, and we reconnected further. An email came in from Kilimanjaro Missions, in Tanzania, East Africa! Jessica, the adult daughter of Joe Paul and Lynn, and her family are missionaries there! Y'all will enjoy reading their June 2023 Kilimanjaro Missions newsletter. (Each of these fine folks were mentioned in the short story of 8/5/2023.)
See, dear, turning age xx wasn't so bad after all, was it? (I can't get her to stop striking through her age, folks!)
I hope that y'all enjoyed a laugh and a smile or two, while reading this article. As we age, we reflect on life -- the good and the bad. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I have had our share. Haven't we all? I reckon that I picked a good wife, who puts up with me. Thanks, dear, for living the good and bad in life, by my side. I think that I'll keep you.
Well, I'll get off here for now. Those weather prognosticators predicted that we could all die or face serious harm, by that little pop up storm that is waning, as I finish this article. Come on, weather folks! Quit trying to scare people, just to boost your ratings!
The next article, Lord willing, will be about a visit by a first cousin of mine.