Until now, I’ve been nervous about us finishing things in time. We’ve been working pretty hard recently (4 out of the last 5 days), and it feels like we’ve rushed right back into a period of busyness immediately after our vacation.
Me showing off a really large and really old garden stake that was buried in the ground. Presumably, the top half rusted away at some point. Who knows how long this has been here?
“When I grow up, I want to be a vet. Do you know why I want to be a vet? Because I like animals. I think they are cute. I hope I get a snake and a lizard and a horse.”
Spotted these two in our neighbor’s yard, towards the end of the day. Guess they were happy for the warmer weather, too.
Did I mention that we encountered some brick during the course of our work?
We’re working with a company to handle the old fence removal and new fence installation. Though we’ve gotten more used to the idea of us doing most things ourselves… nearly everyone we’ve spoken with has recommended we hire someone to handle the actual fence installation.
Today was mostly a travel day, as we headed back to Chicago. So we opted for a basic breakfast delivered to the room while we packed up our things. I took a few photos of the hotel where we stayed, the lovely Hotel San Jose.
I don’t know what Art is, but I know it when I see it.
I had The Pipsqueak (gin, genepy, basil, celery, lime, black pepper). Liz had the Josephine Baker (tangerine infused vodka, poppy flower liquor, tangerine, honey, burlesque bitters).
As a friend called it: the poor man’s Simon. I remember having this guy and spending a great deal of time playing with it. “Pocket Repeat” is the most creative name the engineer could come up with, I guess.
Aimless in Austin, Day 1: Driving from Houston, Stopping at Buc-ee’s, and Arriving at the Hotel San Jose
After visiting again at Aunt Nancy’s house around noon (several family members came by, along with the bride and groom, to eat a bit and visit)… Liz and I hit the road. We left Houston around 3PM, and spent the next few hours making our way to Austin.
At the end of the night, the bride and groom walked down a corridor surrounded by all the wedding guests, holding large sparklers.
While on board our flight to Texas, the guy next to me asked if I knew I looked a lot like Steve Aoki.
“Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.”
For some silly reason, I heard a narrator’s voice in my head saying things like “No one ever went to that train station, because the townspeople all knew it was haunted.”