I should be washing, sorting, planning and packing because at o-dark-thirty tomorrow morning we leave on our 2008 Texas and Back RoadTrip. I love a good road trip, and so do our kids - and I'm excited about the time I get to spend with John in the car. The ipod is loaded with great road trip songs, I've got books, magazines and the coursework for my next class all ready to go.
It's been 3 1/2 years since our whole family has been to Brenham, and I can't wait to take them back. We'll eat our weight in BlueBell and barbecue and tex mex. Maybe we'll get to the coast for some gulf shrimp and beach time. We'll definitely hit Austin for Chuy's (again with the tex-mex), and then New Braunfels for Schlitterbahn and some river time.
It will be two weeks loaded with family, friends, food and fun. Look for posts from the road.
In the meantime, here are some pictures to hold me over til we get there:
See ya from the road!
When I started this back to school thing in March, I had visions of shiny pencils, crisp new textbooks and essays with a giant "A" circled in red. I didn't picture: piles of laundry, errands, children in and out, and in and out, and in and out of the house - doors slamming behind. I didn't picture the doorbell ringing every single time I sat down, spread out my papers and settled my laptop on my lap. I didn't picture dozing off while editing this ridiculously annoying 26 page paper FOR THE THIRD TIME. I didn't realize that my writing would bore me to tears, and that I'd feel so inept.
It's making me a little bit nuts - the juggling of it all. And the problem is that it's all good stuff to juggle and I don't want to give any of it up. I'm annoyed that I thought it would be easier than it is and that I thought I would suddenly become organized and efficient. Which it isn't and I haven't. So there's that.
So maybe a cape is what I need. Or a nap.
photo courtesy of starbucks. i think.
My mother-in-law has beautiful gardens that attract butterflies, hummingbirds, deer and grasshoppers. The weather is lovely, so we can sit on the screened in porch and listen to the birds calling to each other as they fight over the cherries on the neighbor's tree. The occasional car driving by interrupts the sounds of nature, and the day is punctuated by the mournful sound of the train whistle as another freight train rumbles through town.
I have been coming to this home in the Midwest for more than eighteen years now and it occurs to me that John and I have now been together longer than he lived here in Ohio. Our time in our Gypsy Wagon together has now been the longest constant for either of us. He left for college when he was seventeen, I left at eighteen and although we've both had stints at our respective homes during summer break or between moves, our home - our constant - has been us. Wherever we are - we are home.
I can't tell you how proud it makes me to see this beautiful shell named in honor of one of our favorite people.
Dale devoted time, energy and enthusiasm to the countless midshipment that he coached, and it's a tremendous honor that they named a shell for him.
Dale will recognize, of course, that this photograph is upside down, but the magic of computer manipulation let me turn it so that you can read it.
I'm not really sure that he's old enough to have a legacy, but it looks as though he's got one anyway.
Very, very cool!
It was a day of hats at the United States Naval Academy graduation ceremony today.
There were hats with ribbons and hats with bows.
There were hats for high fashion
And hats for utilitarian function
Wide-brimmed hats
And hats with a narrower brim
There were high-tea hats
And court-side hats
There were official insignia'd hats
There were hats at a rakish angle
And there were hats anticipating their big moment
And then there were hats aloft
And when it was all over, some of those hats found new homes - perhaps on the heads of future midshipmen.
Thomas L. Friedman: Updated & Expanded 2006 Edition of the World Is Flat
Greg Mortenson: Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Love in the Time of Cholera (Oprah's Book Club)
Ann Baer: Down the Common: A Year in the Life of a Medieval Woman