San Antonio

 I wrote about our little trip to San Antonio

for our anniversary a couple of blogposts ago.

We hadn't been away from home in quite a while

and these carefree days were good for us!

We checked out the Alamo, of course.

We spent most of the time roaming the paths 

around the Riverwalk.

Many cities have underground malls and transportation,

but the Riverwalk here is unique in that, although it is below San Antonio's streets and buildings, it is open to them.

Most intersections above have stairways down to the underground world and its canal.

Shops, music and restaurants line the walks on both sides.

No cars or trucks, just the wide tourist boats.

It's darker, cooler and a bit musty down there.

A relief from the heat of the city street above.

While meandering on the Riverwalk

or eating at an outside cafe,

we noticed details of the buildings above us 

on the bustling city streets.

But, when walking the sidewalks above, we aren't even aware of the water world below us.

A strange phenomena.

(Oh, by the way, this building is the hospital 

where Carol Burnet was born. 

We heard the tour guide announce that on one of the many riverboats 

that continually sailed by us.)

 We paused to watch this wee duckling try to copy its mama and tuck its little head into the downy wing.

It was sitting a bit too near the edge of the water, though,

and almost toppled in at one point.

My heart jumped at this perilous wobble until Jack reminded me that it WAS a duckling, after all, and falling into water would not be fatal.  

Oh.  Right.  I KNEW that. 

There is just something fun and light about being in a place filled with tourists.

Even though we were only a couple of hours away from home, we were absorbed into the world of vacationers,

smiling easily and disregarding schedules.

 We met people from all over the world.

A couple from Ireland took our picture.

It was GOOD to be in San Antonio.

A lovely city, indeed.

Where to End...?

It has been 5 weeks.

If I had had any blog followers,

by now they would have lost interest and

most likely walked away, 

bored and disinterested from lack of writing.

I should call it quits.

After all, this whole thing began with my trips

to Alaska as I shared the uniqueness of that land

with friends down here in the "Lower 48".

Thus the name Kathleen chose for the blog:

"Northern Adventures".

I haven't been that far north in almost a year.

My life isn't particularly adventurous anymore.

But still...

This silly, mundane blog does something for me.

Maybe not for YOU.

I get that.

But, deliberating on the best syntax for a sentence

or searching for the perfect adjective

or questioning the position of a comma...

those things challenge me.

And, when I settle on what and how to write,

that satisfies me.

Besides, when I see something a bit funny,

or charming, or out of the ordinary---

I want to take a picture and share it on here.

I don't have a theme anymore.

There's no real reason to even take time to edit pictures and design captions.

But, I'm not quite ready to end this blog.

I should rename it, though...

"Random Musings"

"Wandering Aimlessly Though a Mind"

"Thought Detours"

"Forks in the Road"

Whatever it is called or whether anyone

even takes a moment to read it,

I've just decided to keep adding to this blog.

For a while longer, anyway.

Why?

Because I like doing it.

And, between the hot Texas summer days of cleaning, washing dishes,
 refilling the birdbath 

and life's everyday responsibilities,

I've had some fun.

Been some places.

Taken some pictures.

And I'd like to share them.

Welcome back, readers.

Get ready for some unpredictable ideas.
These were seen along the highway:

 Poor Woody spends his days at quite a different

kind of rodeo-hanging on for all he's worth,

not to a bull, but this truck tire!

 I'm normally not an early morning kind of person

and prefer taking pictures of sunsets,

but we headed out early on a trip a few weeks ago

and watched the sky lighten and the sun show up.

Texas' big skies make these moments really showy.

This was on a tiny Mini Cooper near us.
When gazing out the passenger window of our car for hours and hours of a road trip, I certainly welcome drivers with a sense of humor!

Random, right?

I warned you.

Hope I didn't chase you away for good!

A Moment of Magic

We had an anniversary the other day.

The years have added up for us 

since that wedding day in June long ago.

But alas, the celebrations have been few.

For many years something prevented us from even being together on the date.

It began the year our youngest was born.

 I was in the hospital for that 9th anniversary.

Then Jack spent many years at camp in Massachusetts

while I remained at home in New York.

More recently I have been in Alaska while he was in Texas.

And so had become our habit not to celebrate...

Until this year!

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We planned to make up for these historic lacks and went to

San Antonio for a getaway celebration.

The night of our anniversary was magical!

Oh- not the sparkly, take-your-breath-away kind of stage magic 

that involves flames and drum rolls.

Rather an evening of quiet "specialness"...

It began high up in the tower restaurant at the grounds of the former World's Fair.

 The view from our window table was

wonderful and we watched the evening sky dim...

(rather breathtaking...)

And the lights of the city begin to glow.

In one hour the rotating restaurant had gone 360 degrees

 so we viewed all of San Antonio and its surroundings.

At least once!

(quite sparkling...)

There was a small, tented note lying on linen tablecloth that read "VIP"

but we didn't pay it much mind as we selected from the many choices on the menu.

Then one of us noticed the name on the top of said menu.

It was personalized!  This was OUR menu.

We are the "Davis Party".

Wow.

(Drum roll, please)

And for the final touch of magic,

a copy of our menu was lying by the candle,

rolled up with a ribbon.  To keep as a souvenir.

The great food was accompanied by countless smiles,

sighs and comfortable conversation 

that comes from years of being married.   

We were in no rush to leave.

You know, as I ponder the evening--it was the sparkling,

breathtaking kind of magic, after all!

B is for Bountiful.....

Not so long ago I celebrated yet another birthday.

Oh, dear.  How they DO accumulate...

But this one was well planned by Jonathan and Kelly. We had such fun. 

There was a theme to the day.

(For the record, I like themes!)

It ended up being rather a phonetic celebration.

How so?

Why,

B is for Birthday.

and

 B is for Bowling.

B is for Bowling Watchers and Cheerleaders.

B is for Balloons.

And a darling Boy.

B is for Borrowed Grandchildren

who make Breakfast in Bed for Grandma.

And just what do 2 children who cannot cook or use sharp tools prepare for such a special birthday meal?

Why, carrots, an apple, glass of water in a pretty cup,

and an orange.  Naturally.

My instructions were to use the sharp knife to cut the orange into sections without looking!

After all, it WAS a surprise!

(Fortunately, B was for Bloodless, too.)

 A bit later, we had a tea party.

We baked especially for the occasion.

B is for Bread.

Fresh, warm and just out of the oven.

Yummy!
(Ahem--definitely NOT Bummy!)

B is for Best. Card. Ever.

Not just for the art and message,

but the age of 51 is way off!!!

Way to go, Gigi!

(Please note the Birthday Bonnet.)

B is for Bathroom mirror poetry.

This message lingers long after the fun days ended.

I really do enjoy birthdays like this one.

B is for Berry Sweet!!

A Mother's Day Gift

Today is Mother's Day.

It was never intended to be a Hallmark day of greeting cards, flowers and gifts.

Those are all nice to receive, however.

The concept of Mother's Day began in the late 19th century to birth a progressive political agenda  

leaning toward issues related to women's lives.

Radical Protestant women were the instigators.

 (Somehow "radical Protestant women" is a direct contrast to the image of 

quiet, knitting church ladies in long dresses and bonnets.)

In 1870, just following the Civil War carnage, Julia Ward Howe 

(think "Battle Hymn of the Republic")

expressed the dream of all mothers in the following

rousing prose:

"A Mother's Day Proclamation"

Arise then...women of this day! 
Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! 
Say firmly...
"Disarm! Disarm! 
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice." 
Blood does not wipe our dishonor, 
Nor violence indicate possession. 
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil 
At the summons of war, 
Let women now leave all that may be left of home 
For a great and earnest day of counsel. 
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. 
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means 
Whereby the great human family can live in peace... 
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar, But of God -

After having read this, can you hear the cry of her heart,

reflecting the heart of all mothers through ages?

What is this theme?? 

Peace and disarmament.

Of course!

It is the mothers who carry a babe within,

give birth, spend countless sleepless nights caring for    
and loving this child,

teaching, nurturing, healing, molding, shaping.

Worrying that goes on for years and years.

War is the direct opposite to her lifelong roles.

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I now want to recognize my beautiful mother,

an honorable and gracious woman who has taught me 

so much through the years.

And continues to teach and advise me wisely.

A woman who loves God and her family.

Who prays daily, faithfully, for each of us.

A wonderful thing, to be prayed for!

Like a warm blanket draped over my shoulders

on a chilly night.

She is a loving mother who is loved in return.

By her children, children-in-law (Is that a word?),

grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

And to show her our love, we just may take her to one of her favorite places to eat--
the local Dairy Queen!

REAL Comfort Food

When we speak of "comfort food",

the images of macaroni and cheese or milk chocolate

often come to mind, almost instantly.

But today I want to pay tribute to REAL,

I say REALLY REAL comfort food.

You see, I had a brief date with a surgeon this past Monday.

His expertise and skill took less than 30 minutes.

My recovery will take, is taking, much longer.

A few weeks, in fact.

And, for this first week,

this innocent-looking walker has been my constant companion.  Thankfully.

But even though offering wheels on the front, I find it bulky,

awkward, noisy (especially at midnight) and ugly.

Just doing its job, of course, and I can't imagine my life without it

 as I hobble around unsteadily.

I will be SO glad to give it back soon.

(God bless anyone that has to rely on a walker all the time.

Grace and patience must accompany its use.)

Yet sweetness has overflowed during this time in my life.

Carrying armloads of dishes, bowls and plastic-wrap-covered

yummies,  a parade of caring, kind friends have come through our front door.

Love spoken loudly and clearly to Jack and me.

Smiles, warm hugs, prayers and delicious, warm

casseroles, salads and baked goods have blessed us.

We have feasted on wonderful meals.

When is a cool whip container not cool whip?

When it holds treasures prepared by a caring friend...

someone who has stirred, 
chopped,       
cut, 
mixed, 
measured and scooped 
fruits, vegetables, meats and dough.

Put effort and care into providing nourishing meals that will aid in the healing of my body. 

And oh, so much more!

My heart and soul have also been encouraged and uplifted by the daily visits 
of these dear friends.  

Sitting down to a table overflowing with delicious aromas 

and a variety of recipes has sped the physical healing of my body by ministering to my emotional side.

I am so grateful to these loving friends who have given so willingly 
of their talents and time 
to bring us such comfort food.

This comfort food has truly brought comfort
in many ways!!

Sidewalk Artist

Our sweet Gigi has been an artist 

most of her 8 years.

She seems happiest with paper and a box of crayons,

especially those with fresh, new points.

But she also gets excited about the sidewalk chalk

she has on hand at Grandma and Popeye's house.

She easily gets absorbed with what the chalk can do

on the broad expanse of driveway.

Her quiet concentration results in colorful murals

that, in turn,  give me a glimpse of her thoughtful creativity!

We see family portraits

that declare her love for us and

 even show Popeye with his white hair.

As she grows older, her pictures 

have grown more detailed.

They even include our darling artist 

posing in the spirit of her art:

here she shades her eyes from the chalk drawing

entitled "What a sunny morning!

(the actual sun was hiding behind some clouds that day.)

And here our girl rests to recover from

the drawing "What a night!!!"

Our dear granddaughter comes for little weekend

visits and I am always lonely when she has gone.

I am thankful that rain is a rarity here in Central Texas.

Our colorful sidewalk murals remain many days after Gigi

has gone home.   Thank goodness!

The Ethan Bunny

My long distance daughter is faithful in sending pictures via the internet.

It's a terrific way to watch my grandchildren 

grow and change and perform.

An alternative to the warm body, REAL presence,

mind you, but I am very grateful for these frequent up-to-dates.

When this picture came through yesterday...

I could NOT stop laughing!

I had to share it with anyone reading this blog.

Here sits my chubby, happy grandson.

Grasping his fat little hands, he laughs in delight

at this set of bunny ears...

while his eyes are completely covered by the mask.

One may think that the blindfold, however cute,

would upset him.

Not Ethan--he is tickled pink that we can call him

the ETHAN BUNNY!!

(Don't you want to just hug and squeeze this little man?

I know I do!!)