In Uncategorized on October 6, 2010 at 4:42 am

Our old friend Kenneth tied the knot last weekend with his belle Dianna.  We had the pleasure of attending their beautiful ceremony in Austin Texas where they live, with Tom in the role of minister (Universal Life Ministry, dontcha’ know!)  It was the first time I’ve played the role of “preacher’s wife!”


@ an Austin Wedding, the Preacher and the Mrs relax after a good service!


Kenneth made sure that our short stay was jam packed with good times. Tom drank, and I danced at the honky-tonks known as “the Broken Spoke” and “The Continental Club”. I did the two-step and was quite getting the hang of it (it being slightly different from the lindy hop I know so well…) hell I even danced a polka!  Not once did I even feel sick: but I did remember to take my pills ya’ll! Had some good dances to fine country bands with handsome strangers in Wranglers… as well as with the preacher, wink!

Food. Um. Hello: pulled pork, bbq brisket, tacos, even french bistro dining! A textural gastronomic delight.  But, even though it was 80 degrees and sunny I should mention that this was certainly a business trip with Tom being there in a very official capacity as a wedding officiary. That being said, I did catch him swinging in a hammock, and riding in the back of a 1965 Chevy pick-up truck beside me: a mode of conveyance second only the horse in my opinion.


Ah, this is more like it... these are the boots I broke in in Texas!


We got word from my Mother, however, that Henry had suffered some sort of panic attack (probably brought on as a result of a recent drug change which sought to improve his arthritis pain) and had gone berserk for about five minutes. We were very anxious to get home and see man’s best friend again.  But… preacher or no, we couldn’t convince the United staff to let us board our connecting flight in Denver. It was infuriating because we could see our plane: they were still loading luggage in it, but they wouldn’t let us board because they are evil. They laughed at us!  We were stuck spending the night in Denver…. Oh well…. we watched the sunset on the rocky mountains from the airport platform, had a lovely meal and heard a good funk band at a neat jazz club. It’s called making the best of a bad situation. Even when I was getting the pat-down by security I just tried to keep on the bright side (and we’re talking full frisk! you try wearing a respirator in an airport during an orange terror alert!)

Now home, we are trying very hard to get to the bottom of just what is wrong with our little dog… perhaps it’s just that pernicious thing called age.  It sucks, anyways.  It just reminds me to enjoy every day I have, and that we have, which is really our Modus Op these days…  Till next time… Happy Thanksgiving, and as the Texans say, “God Bless, ya’ll!”

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