The World’s Perfect Financial Plan/Act Naturally (Indie rallies)

       Things are looking up a bit for Indie.  After the shock wore off, I had Griz check him and Indie agreed to a bronch.  (Indie said he was only gonna do it ’cause I was gonna worry.)  Indie’s lung function is awful- worse than what Griz thought- so surgery is out of the question- he can’t stand to lose any part of that lung, but Griz thought it might one that could respond to chemo.  He sent the slides down to a pathology pal of his at Sandhills who is a lung freak, so I’ll let you know what the word is.

        Indie seems a bit energized.  “I ain’t gonna die any time soon, Bibey.  I got too much to live for.”  He went on to tell me all about his roses and how all the ladies at the Nursing Home counted on him.  He told me he started giving fiddle lessons to his niece.  “Damn if she ain’t the next Alison Krauss, Bibey.”

        Then Indie asked me about my book.  “You’ve gotta get on that book thing, Bibey.  I wanta live to see it.”

        “Indie, I thought you wanted me to wait till after the funeral to send the manuscript out to my agent.  I promised you and I’m gonna stick to it.”

        “No man, I’m digging the blog.  I want you to get it out there.  Besides, I remember your agent said it would be a year and a half after he got your rough draft before a book would see the shelves at Walmarks.  I want to see my name in lights before I’m outta here.”

        “Good grief, Indie, the best I’ve ever done is to get us on the Marquee at the Walmarks.  I don’t think I’m gonna make you a movie star or nothing.”

        “Hell, Bibey, I am a star, just an old undiscovered one.  A man has to have his dreams, you know.  Maybe I’ll make it on the Buck Owens routine- you know, “Act Naturally.”

        Indie always could call for the right tune.  The words began to run through my head:

        They’re gonna put me in the movies

        They’re gonna make a big star outta me

         ……..  And all I gotta do is act naturally.”

        By the way, the Beatles did a fine version of the song too.  They were more influenced by country and bluegrass than you might think.  They say Paul McCartney is a big Bill Monroe fan.

        Indie was right.  A man has to have his dreams.  “I’ll see what I can do, Indie.”

        “Good.  I ain’t gonna die till I at least see my name in the book,” Indie said.

        “Then I’m gonna hold out as long as I can.”

        “Times a wasting Bibey.  Get on it.  Griz says even with treatment and good luck, I can’t last much more than a year and a half.  I want our book to beat me to the finish line.”

        “O.K. Indie, but I’d rather see you keep on keeping on any day.”  I liked the thought of it being our book.  Indie was so unique- one I just had to preserve for posterity.  There will never be another one like him.

        “I can’t go forever.  Besides, I’m gonna run out of money before long, unless I get lucky on the ponies.”

        “Don’t worry about that, Indie.  If you do, I’ll get you on Medicaid.  My Marie is a specialist in that- she’ll do all the paperwork.”

        “Hey Bibey, you know what Barney says about it?”  Indie hooked Barney by the rib with his cane, pulled him close, and cupped his hand to his ear as if to listen to the old bones’ wisdom.

        “What’s that, Indie?  Lord, there’s no telling.”

        “Barney says the world’s perfect financial plan is when the check to the undertaker bounces.”  Indie laughed out loud.

        I had to laugh too.  That dang Indie warn’t just gonna whistle in the graveyard, somehow the cat was gonna play the fiddle at his own gig.  “Tell you what Indie.  I don’t think Bert over at the funeral home would find that so funny.”

        “Hell, Bibey.  He’s the one what told it to me.  He’s gonna give me a casket liner upgrade professional courtesy- I sent him a lot of business over the years, you know.  Like I say, dance with who brung ya.”

        “Lord have mercy, Indie.  You are plum morbid.”

        At least Indie ain’t lost his sense of humor.  I don’t think he’s dead yet.

Dr. B

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4 Comments on “The World’s Perfect Financial Plan/Act Naturally (Indie rallies)”

  1. Cindy Carter Says:

    Glad to hear than Indie still has spunk. You best get busy and give than man what he wants.

  2. drtombibey Says:

    Ms. Cindy,

    I am glad Indie has perked up too.

    You are right, I can’t disappoint him. I believe we should never ignore the requests of folks you have been asked to be a pall bearer for.

    My original deadline for the first rough draft manuscript was was Jan 1, 2009. I pushed it back to Nov. 1, 2008, but I think I’ll beat that by a few weeks.

    Then as Indie says, we’ll see if we can get on the Marquee at the Walmarks.

    Dr. B

  3. pandemonic Says:

    I’m glad to hear he’s still kicking.

    You guys have marquees at the Walmarks?

  4. drtombibey Says:

    Ms. Pande,

    Well it really just a great big billboard on the side of the four lane right there at the Walmarks, but we did get on it one time. They put up notices on it about community events. Somewhere I wrote up a post about it. I think it is filed under memorable gigs.

    Oops just checked. It is filed in ‘Places to Play”- not sure how it got there.

    Dr. B

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