Sitting Here In Limbo!

Tuesday morning, at 4:32, Kinky called the rescue ranch and left this message. “Cousin Nancy, Tony! I just woke up and if y’all are up—give me a call or come on over and drink some coffee with me. I can’t sleep.”

Tony didn’t hear the call, because he was in the shower and I was sound asleep. When I woke up at 6:00, I dressed, fed the dogs, made some coffee on the expresso machine, that I still don’t know how to use, and then started a load of laundry. Then I noticed the light flashing on the answering machine. I listened to Kinky’s message and then I called him.

Kinky’s phone rang and rang and rang and his machine never kicked in, so I hung up. I poured a cup of coffee and then I called Kinky again—second verse same as the first—no Kinky. I then switched on my salt lamp, and then turned on my iPod—Willie Nelson was singing, “I’m Sitting Here in Limbo.”

Third time’s the charm I thought, as I redialed Kinky’s phone number. His phone rang five times and then Kinky picked up the phone, “Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi Kinky, it’s me,” I said.

“Nance, I’m doing Imus right now,” Kinky said with a laugh.

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry. Bye,” I said, before hanging up. I then turned on the television, paused the iPod—leaving Willie in limbo, and pressed the Imus channel! Imus and Kinky were laughing and so was his crew.

Ten minutes later, Kinky phoned me. “Nance, the show was hilarious! Come on over and have a cup of coffee with me. Imus is going to call me back in about ten minutes.”

I went over to Kinky’s Lodge. Kinky came out the door to greet me and he was still laughing about the Imus show. “I am really sorry, for calling you during the Imus show,” I said. “I didn’t know that you were doing his show this morning.”

“Nance it was hilarious,” Kinky said. “When you started calling me, I made the remark to Imus, ‘what kind of a crazy nut is calling me at 6:30 in the morning?’ I then accused Imus of playing an April Fool’s joke on me—and he denied it. Then you called again, and everyone started laughing and I told Imus that maybe I should take the call, but I didn’t. Then, the third time that you called, I told Imus I had to find out who in the world was calling me and I put him on hold.”

“You’re kidding me, Kink,” I said.

“When I got back to Imus, he asked me who had called and I told him, ‘Cousin Nancy.’ And then Imus asked me how you were doing, and I said, fine. It was really very funny, Nance.”

We both laughed. “Well,” I teased. “At least I don’t go calling people at 4:32 in the morning to come over to drink coffee—now that’s a real nut case, if you ask me.”