Never know what you’re going to find in Texas. Drive around, you might see a cedar waxwing,
…an exotic goat.
…or a wildebeast.
…an exotic goat. …or a wildebeast. Thursday
Travel day. We’ve gone from Sandpipers in Edinburg, to Jeff and Carol’s in Bandera. https://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msid=201563872774147443355.0004c50946d41d08c1704&msa=0&ll=29.764377,-99.008789&spn=11.411439,26.784668 270 miles. I figure there’s no need to say Texas when I say where we are, because there is no way we’re getting out of Texas in one day! Anyway, there are further plans afoot. We’ll hang out here in the motorhome at Jeff and Carol’s for a couple days. On Saturday we’ll put Annie, Henry, and Eddie in Doggie Camp for a week. Early Sunday morning the four of us drive to Galveston and get on a boat, the Carnival Magic. Starting Sunday evening, our boat takes us to the Western Caribbean. Two days at sea, one day in Honduras, one day in Belize, one day on Cozumel, then two days at sea to get back to Galveston. It probably won’t suck. We’re not taking computers or cellphones, so there will be radio silence for a week. We’ll be off the grid. Cold turkey. Completely off the planet. We’ll be sure to let you all know when we’re back.
Gravity
My weight hasn’t changed for years. I started getting a little heavy recently and got as high as 180 pounds. We cut back on food a little bit and now I’m back in the low 170s again. So imagine my surprise when I tried on some old pants I haven’t worn in several years and the waist didn’t fit at all. Not even close! The length still works, and that’s a relief, I can still say I’m 5’ 9”, but not so with the waistband. Same weight. Different waist. Only one explanation I can think of. Damn that gravity anyway!
Our daughter inspired us
…to get flu shots. Her family came down with the flu. She got a midnight phone call from two floors below. Tony, sleeping in the basement, woke up sick, couldn’t get out of bed, and needed help cleaning up. That was quite the adventure, and Becky told the story well, making it tragic and funny at the same time. It finally ended with a middle of the night rug shampoo. That was bad enough, but Becky, having gathered momentum, proceed to tell an even worse story, about how Brian woke up sick in the middle of the night and it was so awful the dog, having been woken up out of a sound sleep, took one look at the floor next to Brian and threw up all over the bed. Another long night. Entertaining as Becky’s stories were, they were all the incentive we needed to go out and get our flu shots the next morning.
A million miles
A long time ago, Judy and I decided to travel together, wherever those travels took us. We got to thinking about that just the other day and counted up our miles as best we could. That road together has covered way more than a million miles. We’re working on our second million!