Stuff I've Seen

I've been traveling all over, glad to be home.
Here's what I've seen in the last 10 days:

1. Six Airplanes
2. Five Airports
3. Four States
4. Three Hotel Rooms
5. Fireworks
6. A handful of Harlem Globetrotters
7. The Alamo
8. The HOLLYWOOD Sign
9. A minor altercation on an airplane
10. A possible drug deal
11. A parade
12. Mexican Dancers
13. Irish Dancers
14. Drunk Dancers
15. Ded Bob

{The Stars At Night...}

Actually, they weren't so big and bright, but we still had a good time in Texas. We pretty much kept to ourselves, eating, driving, reminiscing.

Our San Antonio hotel room had a spectacular view of the Alamo. It was especially pretty at night. I tried to capture it with my camera - not sure yet how well that worked. We also saw the Alamo IMAX movie again. I have to say that even as cheesy as that movie is, it's still a powerful story. We also hit Fredericksburg, the Texas Renaissance Festival, and Clear Lake.

I'm tired...not much else to say, so I'll leave you with that infamous Davy Crockett quote,

"Y'all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas."

That just never ceases to amuse me. Too bad it didn't work out so well for him.

The Bambinos Were Salty

It's been a weird day.

Claire was an acolyte today at church, and just before communion she fainted. Luckily she was kneeling so there wasn't too far to fall. Her ear hit the altar rail and left a nasty bruise. The acolyte master managed to scoop her up like a little rag doll and get her to the sacristy - losing a pink shoe in the process. It was a bit of a scene, really. I rushed up to the altar, and kind of hesitated. I didn't know whether I was still expected to bow at the altar when my kid lost consciousness. (I opted not to). Anyway, she's completely fine, we probably created a hideous scene and broke three zillion rules or something.

And, tonight was the first big book club meeting. I was overprepared, almost to the point of being uncomfortable about it. Also, the shrimp bambinos were EXTREMELY SALTY. And, they kind of stuck to the little napkin I placed them on. And, they didn't broil evenly. Some were cold, some were burnt. I don't know that I will ever get over it. Although, I am finally able to live with the memory of Claire's 3rd birthday. Perhaps seven years from now I really won't care if the bambinos were salty.

I just don't know these ladies well enough to trust that they can overlook such an egregious breach of civility and good taste. I'm sure this would never happen in Europe.

{TEN Pounds}

Is how much candy my little pink stinker collected this year Trick - or - Treating.

I'm glad October is behind us. I keep thinking I'm on the verge of being "on top of everything" and then I never quite make it. I'm there once again, let's hope it's not just another case of foolish optimism.

That's all you get today - must get back and climb that hill if today's going to be the day I make it all the way up.