The Pee-can Man

Actually, the book is titled The Pecan Man, but the author explains right up front that it is pronounced "pee-can" which is what we have always called it until we got hi-falutin' and wanted to impress others with our worldly knowledge.  I stumbled across the title on Amazon last night while ordering some other book whose title I can't even remember this morning.  I've read only about 10 pages on my kindle but had to force myself to put it down and stick to my resolve to write posts more often.  I already missed yesterday.   Writing regularly seems to be impossible for me even though I do truly love to do it.  I don't quite understand why, but it gives me pleasure to think up words to mean precisely what I want to hear myself say.  At least in the mornings I get pleasure doing that.  My brain slows down as the day wears down.  …….  As a born Southerner who left eagerly at age 21 and returned gladly 15 years later, any book set in the southeast tickles me.  The author of The Pecan Man is 82 years old.  I'll be 82 next month.  I expect most of what she writes will be very easy for me to see in my mind's eye.  I have lived the same years she did. …..Now that the post is written, I'll enjoy a few more pages of The Pee-can Man  with my hot green tea spiked with apple cider vinegar and honey (in spite of the fact that my family first learned about this potion from a Vermont doctor's book called Folk Medicine).