I went to a museum where I saw all sorts of special memory things from a singer named George Jones. I learned that he didn’t show up for his concerts sometimes because he did not treat his body very well
His nickname was possum and I think that is pretty funny. It is not funny that he died because he treated his body badly. The George Jones museum had a nice restaurant with singers singing and playing guitar too and I ate dinner there. I ordered blackened fish tacos and milk. It was delicious.
At the end of our meal our waiter told me that he has been waiting tables for a lot of years and that I was in the top five of well-spoken and well-behaved kids he had ever seen in a restaurant. This was nice to hear because I got very shy and quiet when I had lunch with some people who are related to my Daddy a few days ago.
Mama and Daddy were frustrated with me because when someone asks me questions, I should be able to answer and have a conversation but yesterday I did not do a good job of doing that even with Mama reminding me and trying to help me answer. I don’t really know why it was hard for me but it was. We all had a long talk about it and I got better at it again today. Sometimes things go right and sometimes things go wrong.