Sunday, February 28, 2010
Once again, we were all by ourselves in the park, except for the hosts who are getting ready for the season. It was cold and there was a fishing tournament on the lake (when is there not on Rayburn?) which causes multitudes of fishermen to race 80 mph across the lake at 6:00 a.m every morning twirling their "engines", but it is so nice to have the peninsula to ourselves. Janet (one of the hosts) and I got to comparing notes on hobbies and she and I have lots in common, except she is from Michigan and I'm from Houston, TX. She talks fast, I talk slow.
I'm working on learning Corel Draw and Paint (trying to learn graphics and digital photography, watched a couple of movies, cooked excellent steaks with Jim, rode our bikes and totally relaxed.
I'm so grateful for our many blessings and my good fortune to have a job I mostly like, a son I adore, a dog who is aloof yet alive, and a husband that I love, although he snores like a freight train. Can I have a clothespin here?
Monday, February 22, 2010
You have to understand, Louisiana does not get cold. The mosquitoes just buy sweaters. The spiders spin sleeping bag webs. No insects die-off. We all climatize. In the great war to come, the Chinese may kill all of the Northerners with axe handles but we Southerners are confident in death by roaches, fire ants and mosquitoes.
I say this only because we are to have our second snow event in less than a month after at least a ten year drought. Effing off old man winter...
Jim and I went to our hideaway at Lake Sam Rayburn this weekend. We were one of a few in the rec area. Take a look. It's a 120,000 acre lake and there was a couple of fishing tournaments but our little slice of heaven was still deserted.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
"This" happened coincidentally while I was making our yearly reservations at Lake Sam Rayburn. Channeling boat rides on the lake and swimming. Thank goodness March is only eighteen days away.
Think I'll go put another log on the fire.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The only hiccup in the whole game was the halftime show. Now I realize they were doing a takeoff on the Who Dat theme by bring in The Who, but really folks, there are so many acts that could have included the whole crowd. Roger Daltry and Pete Townsend are as old as...well not quite me. I went to see them in concert when I was 17. Believe me their voices were much better then. These were two old guys, one with a curly blond haircut more suited to a 20 year old and the other one literally looked like Popeye Doyle (played by Gene Hackman) in the French Connection. Don't you think Carrie Underwood, Faith Hill and Tug McGraw, Harry Connick, Jr., hell Barney the purple dinosaur would have been a better choice?
Don't bother me I'm channeling Frank Shekarski or perhaps Carey Lindley...
On the way home from the party Clif and Megan called from I-10 in between Baton Rouge and New Orleans to inform us that they were headed to Bourbon Street and going to spend the night in New Orleans and by the way, would we transfer money to his account when we got home to cover the hotel room and meals for today? (All you folks with little kids, let this be a heads up.)
Ruffinism for the day: We are the Champions, my friends. - Queen