I'm still trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain after last week's PresbyFest. I've resolved to wait a little longer and watch developments before posting any of my own conclusions. Not that the world is waiting with baited breath for them!
Fortunately Babs arrived yesterday for a week's break from her summer school schedule. She brought along with her a large shopping bag of books she had finished reading for me. Hooray! This is really just what the doctor ordered. Think I'll start with French Women Don't Get Fat...
Despite what you've been reading last week about rain in the Houston area, our corner of the metro is pretty dry and parched. It's amazing how the storms can be so localized and yet so heavy. I thought of Mindy and Rach over the weekend (blogging buddies who live in West Texas) when we saw a big dust storm on tv news north of Lubbock that caused a lot of havoc on the highway.
Dutch (my father-in-law) regaled us with tales of dust storms of yore over lunch on Sunday. It seems that one time his father got caught in a sudden dust storm that made it impossible for him to get the short distance from the barn to the house. It was so black he couldn't see a thing. So he took the eggs from his bucket and threw them in different directions until he heard them THWACK against a wall--then he kept throwing eggs and heading for the sound until he reached the house.
El Jefe just emailed that he needs me to look for black patent leather shoes in his size on the internet for Portia's wedding. I'd better stop and go do that before I forget.
Fortunately Babs arrived yesterday for a week's break from her summer school schedule. She brought along with her a large shopping bag of books she had finished reading for me. Hooray! This is really just what the doctor ordered. Think I'll start with French Women Don't Get Fat...
Despite what you've been reading last week about rain in the Houston area, our corner of the metro is pretty dry and parched. It's amazing how the storms can be so localized and yet so heavy. I thought of Mindy and Rach over the weekend (blogging buddies who live in West Texas) when we saw a big dust storm on tv news north of Lubbock that caused a lot of havoc on the highway.
Dutch (my father-in-law) regaled us with tales of dust storms of yore over lunch on Sunday. It seems that one time his father got caught in a sudden dust storm that made it impossible for him to get the short distance from the barn to the house. It was so black he couldn't see a thing. So he took the eggs from his bucket and threw them in different directions until he heard them THWACK against a wall--then he kept throwing eggs and heading for the sound until he reached the house.
El Jefe just emailed that he needs me to look for black patent leather shoes in his size on the internet for Portia's wedding. I'd better stop and go do that before I forget.
Ohh, I love your new picture! You are gorgeriferous!
ReplyDeleteYou won't let El Ejfe wear his boots? I thought this was a Texas wedding!
ReplyDelete~blushes~ thank you Mary Beth. You are too kind!
ReplyDeleteDave--El Jefe's boots are, shall we say, "well worn"?
well worn = good for dancing !!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could find it in your heart to buy him a new pair?
ReplyDeleteI like how Lorna and Dave are thinking!
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about you in Houston last week. I was originally a little envious, but then if finally rained here. That sandstorm was localized as well. It was running out in front of a thunderstorm.
boots and sand storms- wedding plans etc- what a full life you have.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo.
A photo! I'll miss the blue flowers (blue bells?) but it's nice to meet your face.
ReplyDeleteThe blue flowers are bluebonnets, Jan. The state flower of Texas! I decided to put up a photo because Presbyweb used my real name as a link to QG on its website--so I figured the jig was up anyway.
ReplyDeleteOh I love the new picture!!
ReplyDeleteIt is so dry here still. We have had some rain but not near what is needed!