God Bless, Texas

If I indulged in profanity I would have been muttering &$@? Louisiana all afternoon.

In the people friendly state of Florida, we have rest areas at very frequent intervals along the highway. Close enough to the highway that you peel in, jump out of the car and can pee in a matter of minutes.

The southern sensibilities of Louisiana seem to require that toilets be hidden in Welcome Centers or Tourist Information Centers that require you not only exit the highway, but travel up to a mile down a curving, tree lined drive to reach some plantation style structure in which the restrooms are housed. They do offer free coffee, but you should be disinclined to partake once you consider the trials and tribulations of peeing on the road in the state.

It seems that, save for their shining jewel of New Orleans, the entire state highway system is through or suspended by bridge over alligator habitat. You are warned to utilize Food and Gas at the last exit before a 20 mile bridge. But still …. no rest area.

As I crossed the state line I pulled into a BIG Welcome Center right on the side of the highway, with parking at the end of the path to the restrooms. I’m sure I yelled aloud, to no one near, GOD BLESS, TEXAS!

Election Day

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Resistance to Change

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Until I described my new dishes to J, it didn’t hit me how Mary Englebreit they seem.

I searched for them far and wide, and a long time. But they are perfect. Pfaltzgraff Napoli and scarce.

I’ve packed up the Corelle Old Town that were a wedding gift and now a huge set that I’ve collected for almost 36 years. J wants them and will treasure them as a family heirloom.

I’ve eaten a few meals and the new are very strange. I suppose when you’ve eaten from the same dish in your own home for 36 years, it will be strange.

I am not resistant to change. I value and seek change. Yet this little thing – ‘new dishes’ is almost disconcerting and makes me understand why change is uncomfortable and resisted by many.

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Halloween

I hated Halloween as a kid, it was scary and cold and too full of strangers. But my kids enjoyed the holiday so much, particularly after living in this house that it’s become something fun for me. Much fun.

I made Bat Punch and may have black dyed fingers well into November.

I wore a costume, sort of.

And set up the Spooky Town.

We had a lot of fun.

Until next year……

Small victories in a single life

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I had a hard time removing the bolts from my old and dilapidated mailbox. It got dark and I had to leave the last until morning, but it did not defeat me!

I have a new mail box and the post painted to match. I am very pleased.

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Fall, football and fading light…

 

 

 Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. 

George Eliot

 

Perhaps because I was born here in this season I feel autumn is the beginning, the fresh start, the time to take a breath and move on.

I no longer have changing leaves, crisp air or apples from the tree. Fall makes me homesick.  Over the years other things, more subtle things, give me the feeling of fall here in the tropics.   The sunlight fading in its angles.  The sound of football on the television.  The school buses in my path. The decorations of Halloween.

 

 

 

 

 

 

popping bubble wrap

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