• 04Apr

    We needed to get away. After our best-laid plans to go to Paris for the “paperwork trip” failed, we made plans for another MicroVacay. (If a vacation is a few days, and a mini vacation is a weekend, then we consider a day trip without an overnight stay to be a micro vacation.) We went to Marble Falls where we found even more stuff to do than on our previous visits.

    our view

    bluebonnets were thick along the roadsides…

    …and out in the fields, too.

    Marble Falls has a dalmation-painted fire hydrant.

    99 bottles of beer on the wall.

    This was my dream car in ~1993. I even wanted this color.

    This view is atop a hill in Marble Falls next to a restaurant and event center.


    “Stonehenge II” down below.

    Moar! Blue! Bonnets!

    Desserts: sundae for E, key lime pie for L

    And, we did all of this in our new car (our 4th Mazda, zoom zoom!)! We went in for an oil change and they worked a miracle for us for a new one. We upgraded features for just a tiny bit more than we were already paying. Plus, we got a color this time (blue). The gray one just never worked right after its accident.

    I’m calling her Bonnie (and did pictures early) in hopes of warding off any bad luck we had with Stormy (who never really got a name and who never got photographed until that chick ran into us at the red light and did $8500 in damages).

    The drives were pretty. The patio enjoying was fabulous. The little shops/boutiques were wonderful. The walks/hikes were great. And we plan to go back in June for their adult soap-box derby.

  • 02Apr

    Last Sunday,, we took advantage of the gorgeous day to drive through part of the hill country. 



    The views from atop a hill (near the build site of a $550+K home) were spectacular. Even the low lake looked pretty. The bright green young leaves gave the hills an interesting color pattern.

  • 01Apr

    For two years, we went with college kids to the Gila National Forest to do trail construction. We worked on the Continental Divide Trail which goes from Mexico to Canada. It was a great way to spend a few days of work advising students. We hauled a lot of flat rocks to build the trail. One year, the students gave us a flat rock they had all signed. And, the year we got married, they gave us a rock that says “Okay” on it. (Because in the cliff dwellings, places you aren’t supposed to go are marked with a rock that simply says “Don’t” and at a high altitude, we all found that hilarious.)

    These last ~2 weeks have felt like those trips. We saw an ad on Craigslist: a guy in our neighborhood was giving away rocks. The only catch is you had to come get them. These aren’t the flat rocks like we used for the trails, but are almost like river rocks. His large lot has them in corners of the front yard, across the front edge (super nice when guests visit and have rocks instead of grass when getting out of the car). They also run all the way down the left side, all the way across the back, and half way up the right side. In most places the rock beds are 12-15′ wide, but in some places they are closer to 20′. He’s been babysitting people right and left who will come take the rocks. He’s been kind enough to let us come multiple times since we don’t have a truck. Well, this week might be our last trip. The beds I planned and the “gap” past our patio are looking great.

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    Tubs of rocks. We can fit four in the trunk. We hauled 7 of them on Tuesday.

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    It’s a slow process. It takes me all 4-5 hours to unload all the rocks.

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    The big side is almost done!

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    From this angle, it looks almost finished.

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    But up close, you can see there is much left to do. I think it will take one more trip.

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    The little side is all done. The patch of discolored ones against the fence on the right are all “flat” rocks that will fit under the gate when it swings open.

    We’ve had tons of compliments from curious neighbors. I’ve gotten free rocks (the big stacked ones), free hyacinth seeds (which will climb the chimney), free tools (two sanders, a caulk gun, a vise, and even a croquet set), and met so many of our neighbors. We’re going to put a wisteria in the pot, since it’s “against the rules” to plant it in the ground.

    There will be more pics when it’s finished!

  • 01Apr

    Emil’s coworker ended up having to go out of state for family stuff. So, Emil has to work at least part of the day on Thursday.

    The bank (where we’d get the notary and another witness, and where there is a safe deposit box for the Will) is closed on Good Friday. So, we’ll have to make the Paris trip another time. I did spend some time yesterday tweaking the Will (formatting, really). It’s a neat two-pager, now with plenty of room for the blanks that can/might get filled in.

    New holiday weekend plan: Emil works part of Thursday, Friday we find an adventure, Saturday we will go downtown, Sunday we will hide from the craziness of Easter.

    The best laid plans….



  • 31Mar

    Happy 14th Anniversary

    to us!

    I say it all the time and still mean it…every day really is better than the last.

    We celebrated a little on Saturday with a trip to Shoal Creek Saloon for crawfish (for me) and pork chops (for E). Tonight, we’re going to get more rocks and then for tacos and beer. yum!

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  • 30Mar

    We found a “steal” of a deal on Craigslist. All the rocks you can carry if you’ll just come get them. They are perfect for our landscaping ideas for our tiny space of yard. The project already looks amazing and we have at least 3 more trips of rocks to go get. We weren’t planning on doing this one right now, but when the free rocks popped up, we just couldn’t pass it up. It’s been a lot of work, has burned a lot of calories, and has caused a few scrapes and bruises, but it’s going to be so worth it in the end.

    I’m terrible and never do before pics, but here is some of the progress during and the after pics.

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    These “beds” are just inside our gate between the fence and the slab foundation. The rocks that were there were stepping stones seated into the concrete sludgey stuff left at the end of a concrete pour. They worked fine for ~20 years, but they were starting to break and become a trip hazard. They came up very easily. I wasn’t even planning on taking them up with this project, but it was so easy, I just couldn’t stop. I have also “outlined” two beds out back (past the fence, not in these pictures). Those have a tree and a birdbath. There are also groups of rocks. A large planter will hold hyacinth. And, we plan to get a wisteria to climb the chimney. Those two should bring in the butterflies and hummingbirds.

    So, then, after all our hard work, of course, Murphy has to come visit. There is a plumbing problem. For the second time since we’ve owned this house, it “rained” from the upstairs to the down. (And created a big puddle in the kitchen for the third time, we had a big puddle in the kitchen.) We have a toilet that hasn’t been flushing well, but draining the tub after a bath seems to be more than it could handle; the toilet “belched”. So, tonight, we will seek out a snake and see if we can learn to snake a drain. It’s a very busy week: we need to wrap up the rocks project so we can stop bothering the nice man who lets us come get them for free. We need to go home and deal with my mom and her stuff. We need to do our usual end-of-month stuff.

    So, we decided last night to skip the Luza trip to Dime Box again. Hopefully (still pending Emil’s co-worker’s dad’s condition/status), we’ll be coming back from Paris on that day and would have to get up super early (5:30am?) to leave my grandmother’s in time to make Dime Box by lunch. That’s not fair to us or her.

    Here. We. Go!

  • 23Mar

    We’ve missed the last couple of Luza Easter gatherings. Two years ago, we were just exhausted. Last year, it fell on our anniversary and we wanted to do something “better” than eat cheap frozen hamburgers and hot dogs in Dime Box. (We went downtown, had burgers, and bar hopped a little.)

    This year, though, Emil and I had a plan that would get us there with minimal hassle and kill at least two birds with one stone.

    Since my mom is in her, um, situation, I need to make sure she does some paperwork. She’s been promising to get an attorney and write a Will, but she hasn’t done it in large part because she can’t work on that stuff with him around…and he’s always around. Well, a DIY Will from the Internet is better than nothing, so I’ve written one listing me (her preference) and my grandmother (my preference) as her beneficiaries.

    Texas has funny laws about unmarried women. We are her two relatives; it should go to us, in my opinion. My grandmother disagrees and thinks it should go to me, solely. Since neither of them have a computer (because mom’s abuser destroyed hers), I get to say what we do.

    Mom keeps saying she doesn’t really need a will because I’m her only beneficiary. I keep telling her that if she’s dead, she won’t be able to tell anyone that. I swear she thinks she’ll never die. She’s stubborn enough to cheat death, so maybe she’s right.

    So our plan was to go to Paris April 1-2, get mom to sign the Will with a Notary, take lots of pictures for digital records of the Will, get it tucked into my grandmother’s safe deposit box (since no place my mom has access to is safe from him), and then head back to this part of the state. We could swing through Bryan to see Emil’s mom and hit Dime Box on our way by for Luza Easter (on Holy Saturday). It would be a long 3 days, but we’d have Easter Sunday to recover and we’d hit all the necessary stuff. This plan was Emil’s suggestion even though it would mean he’d miss his Thursday D&D group.

    Dear plan, meet the monkey wrench

    Emil’s coworker has some family stuff going on. He was out a couple of days 2 weeks ago. He’ll need to be out Thur/Fri this and/or next week, but doesn’t yet know. They are part of each other’s backup so they can’t plan to be out at the same time.

    • We can’t plan Easter until we get this paperwork thing planned with my family….even if they aren’t the same weekend. We’ve been putting this off for too long and I need to a) see my family and b) get this taken care of. [1]
    • We can’t plan this paperwork thing until Emil takes the time off.
    • He can’t take the time off until the coworker decides if he will/won’t take the time off.
    • Coworker can’t take the time off because his thing is family and he can’t risk taking time off he doesn’t need since he might need it worse, later.

    So when the email came in this week asking everyone, again, if we’ll be at Luza Easter, all we could say is “we’re trying” and “well let you know when we know”.

    And, of course, now it’s spring and pretty weather and I’d rather be in Austin than Paris for any of it. I wish we had done this paperwork in the dead of winter. We just couldn’t find a date that worked.

    [1] As you might imagine, there is a lot more going on with my mom and that relationship than I’ve talked about on our blog. This is what you might call the tip of the iceberg. …and I’ve probably already said more than I should. Although, it’s not slander or libel if it’s true, so I have that on my side.

  • 09Mar

    I guess maybe there is pretend truth to the statement that time heals all wounds.

    This was the first year since that awful day in 2002 when “God” took Daddy from this world that I didn’t hone in on the date.

    Of course, I don’t believe that “God” took him.[1] I believe that we aren’t yet skilled enough in science to have saved him. The DOG knew weeks before. My MOM knew weeks before, too, but she can’t remember any of her behavior that then seemed erratic. My grandmother & I knew, but to a far lesser degree. If Randi Cae the Schnauzer could have talked, she would have told us he was dying.

    It wasn’t until I saw Sandra Tweet to Emil, “Did you call Mom for her birthday?” that I realized the date. It a terrible thing to have an immediate family birthday and a immediate family death on the same day. Every reminder is a curse.

    It’s not easier with time. In fact, the distractions I had today made it worse. I feel worse for not remembering (either of) the events.

    Dear Daddy, I still miss you every damn day. I still wish you were among us. It’s not fair to this world that you are not. Neither I nor any god can satisfactorily explain your sudden departure from our world.

    • Did you leave me so I’d not have the kids I didn’t really want? For sure, your part of their life would have been a big pro on that list. But, I don’t think it would have out-weighed all the cons. There are so very many.
    • Did you leave so Mom could end up with Larry3? Seeing as how he beat her, broke her house, and repeatedly continues to emotionally abuse her, I don’t think that is sound or logical.
    • Did you leave Mom so she could be there for Larry3? If so, why is he mean to her?
    • Did you leave your golf buddies for being the bigots they are? If so, you could have just moved to place with less bigots. It’s clear that Paris, Texas is a shit hole, but you don’t have to live in that shit hole.

    ….See? It’s not easier with time. The best you can hope for is to remember early in the day so you don’t feel guilty for forgetting until late in the day.

    Fuck you, “god” and “universe”. You don’t deserve my love or adoration or attention. You took Daddy at half his life.

    Happy Birthday, Mom L. (She can’t see/read this, but I wish it to her all the same.)

    [1] It’s possible that recent bigotry (from Chad) had me distracted.


  • 08Mar

    [This post was originally penned in February, long before Fat Tuesday or Ash Wednesday.]

    I don’t normally get all political about my choice to avoid most meat/dairy. I’m just avoiding the cholesterol, not staging a coup against animal industries. I don’t judge people who eat meat if they aren’t going against their own rules/values to do so. There is a often a roast in the crock pot for Emil for dinner.

    However. There are some things I don’t get.

    • Americans know that meat is prevalent here and not as obtainable in other parts of the world. American Catholics don’t eat meat on the Fridays during Lent. Why? Because they are supposed to be atoning, and going without the luxury of meat one day a week is supposed to make them think about people in the world who don’t have meat. If American Catholics know this, then why is it limited to the Lenten season? Why isn’t one of the most politically-involved religions talking about all of God’s creatures one day a week instead of 7 days a year?
    • Jews know that meat has its issues. Kosher meats are healthier and more humane. Why can’t the rest of the religious folk follow this same standard? Is it just because it “isn’t Christian”? … because that’s sure what it seems like. I guess those who think that forget that Xitananity formed out of the Jewish faith. [After all, even Avenue Q knows that “Jesus was Jewish!”] So, wouldn’t Christian values on this topic (and others) be similar to Jewish ones? Aren’t Jewish-God’s creatures and Xtian-God’s creatures the same creatures? Why isn’t Kosher processing the standard for a mostly Christian country? (hint: it’s the money, honey!)
    • Veggies are cheaper. Hands down. They are cheaper to produce & preserve. They are more caloric bang-for-the-buck than any other layer in the food pyramid. Yet, McDonald’s is having to consider whether or not they should have a McVeggie option. Veggie nuggets already exist in places with large vegetarian populations. I had them in Greece and they were yummy; they’re kind of like Indian samosas. How is this such a “big” decision? Put them on the menu where you think they might work and see how they do. I bet they’ll do better than expected. And if so, Mickie D’s will make more money off the veggies than the weird chicken or pink slime. No one ever got in trouble with a doctor for eating too many veggies. Red meat, cheese, sugar, carbs, alcohol, etc. sure! Veggies, never.
    • Speaking of doctors, I had some blood work done a few years ago. I was diagnosed by an intern (with horrific bedside manner) as “pre-diabetic” and given a meeter, some copies of a food list, and a prescription for a diabetic medicine just like the one Emil’s mom was taking at the same time. (Yes, someone 40+ years my senior and I were on the same “sugar” drug. No, it doesn’t make any sense.) I questioned the food list with, “but I’m vegan” and was chastised for my dietary choice, with NO regard for the reason, which could have been religious or otherwise very personal. Besides the disregard for my reasons, was a wannabe doctor really telling me that vegetables are bad? AYFKM??? I haven’t been back to that “famous” doctor. Not if she can’t be bothered to see her own patients.
      Also, I took the drug for a long while and avoided carbs while I did (something I was already doing anyway). I didn’t lose even a pound. If “pre-diabetic” was the cause of my weight, then the drug would have had an impact, no? I call bullshit and kick-backs.
    • Every grandmother ever has said “eat your veggies” with an annoying redundancy. So why is it that vegetable-based dishes are so hard to come by? Why do my favorite jalapeno chips have (unnecessary) milk in them? Why do we find dairy (or soy or gluten or peanut or other allergy triggers) in the most random of places? Again, money, honey!

    It’s exhausting to do the right thing over and over again in the face of hate. Yes, I went there and used the word hate. Because hate is the only thing someone (or some company) could be feeling when they go out of their way to take a vegetable and make it something else entirely. Hate is the only word for the kind of greed that would cause a “Christian” to fail to recognize the Kosher standard just because it’s Jewish instead of Christian. Hate is the only word for the greed that is McDonald’s and their not-yet human-hormone-free nuggets. Hate is the only word for a doctor who considers her bottom line above her Hippocratic oath (and that intern was harmful! for sure!).

    I am so tired of hate in all its various forms. Dear people of Earth and especially those who lead corporations, STOP HATING THINGS YOU (don’t agree with or) DON’T UNDERSTAND. FIND KINDNESS IN YOUR HEART. If you can’t find kindness, please just remove yourself from this society and get on that mission to Mars.

    Mostly, I’ll eat/think/feel what I do. And, as long as you respect me, I’ll respect you for the same. After all, if I can cook meat for Emil, I’m pretty sure I won’t judge you for eating it. #gah

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