Craziness.
We will soon enough be complaining about no rain, and I think everyone just needs to be mindful of any comments about the rains we are experiencing right now.
SHUT UP!
Deeds, Actions, Changes, RAIN, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
Okay, last night, I forgot to mention the trumpet vines. I am not sure if these really ARE trumpet vines or not, but that is what I have always called them, and that is what I am going to stick with. As I sit here in the office looking out the window, there is not a bit of breeze stirring. I just got in from taking the dog for a walk, and it it warm (not really going to classify it as HOT quite yet) and the humidity is hovering around 200%. There has been more rain to the south and the east of us today, and the flooded areas from a couple days ago are flooding again. Crazy! Flood gates are open on two or three of the dams which means they are sending water down towards the Gulf where they already have TOO MUCH water, so that is creating more troubles. There is always a catch 22 in the works.
Before I get too carried away, I just want to share this photo of one of the Iris that is blooming around the house. Most of the roses are doing really nicely, the cactuses are still blooming, the cannas are blooming, the azalea out in the back has already peaked but there are still some blooms on it. Our Mountain Laurel looks better this year than it ever has (we've been here about nine years), but there are no blooms on it. Anyway, it has been a good year for flora, and I expect that will last well into June and maybe into July. We are WAY BELOW our normal temperatures for this time of year, but that is because of all the moisture. Who knows what will happen next.
This morning seems like such a long time ago. There were lots of opportunities for things to go wrong today, but nothing went wrong till right at the very end. I'll share that with you in a minute. I got my happy ass up at 3:30 this morning, I was at the airport at 4:30, the plane left for Houston at 5:30, and I got to Houston at 6:30. TAR Field Rep Dahlia picked me up at the airport and schlepped me to The Woodlands, where I got on a bus at about 8 o'clock. The Houston Great Northwest Women's Council of REALTORS® Chapter arranged for 20 or so of their members to take a bus from there to Austin to meet with one of their State Legislators (Debbie Riddle). I was on the bus to guide them through the Advocacy class on the ride up. It was great, a lot of great people, and I had a blast! Once we got to Austin, we had lunch at the Texas Association of REALTORS® office, did a quick tour of the building, and then they walked over to the Capitol with the Representative. I went back to the airport (thank you Casey), and then headed to the office to do a little bit of work. A really great day.
I apologize in advance to EVERYONE. Dinner tonight includes yummy fried chicken tenders, french fries Texas Toast (really just big bread), some gravy and a root beer. I have cut down (somewhat) on my greasy fried foods, because the last time I had chicken fingers I felt nauseated for a couple days following, and because it is just not good for me. I just erased about four more descriptive sentences giving more reasons why I should avoid greasy fried foods, but I was beginning to sound like LBJ when he asked the media if they wanted to 'see' his scar. I fear the older I get the more I will talk about my daily medications and conditions. That is kind of depressing.
While I was out gathering eggs late this afternoon, I got in to a tug-of-war with this rat snake. I am bigger than most rat snakes, and I have opposable thumbs (as evidenced in this photo). I retrieved the egg from the rat snakes mouth, rubbed off the rat snake spit on my pants, put the egg in my bag, and took the rat snake and flung him across the road, where he/she/it was last seen heading towards Hubert and Pauline's house. I expect he will be back, but they also eat rats and other undesirables, so there was no real need to terminate him/her/it. Of course, there was the opportunity to take a quick photographic record of the event, and here you have it.
We planted the grape vines about four or five years ago, and they have been pretty productive the last couple years. The challenge is getting out there to them before the birds or other critters get to them first. They do not seem to hold the charm (or the great taste) that the grapes from my childhood do. Where we lived when I was growing up, not everyone had indoor toilet facilities. I don't know if they had indoor sinks or indoor water, I just don't remember. But they did have out-houses. We were the newbies, we had indoor plumbing. But I digress... The neighbors behind us and one house over (the Grants) had an outhouse, and they had grape vines growing on the trellises outside the outhouse. As kids, we would always be interested in sneaking over and eating the grapes. I had no idea then, but now I know that concord grapes (purple ones) have a little natural coating on them; think like someone had lightly dusted them with flour or something. Anyway, Mr. Grant put the word out (we heard it through the grapevine), that the powdery stuff on the grapes was poison, so we should not bother his grapes. It may have been poison or it may not have been, but we ate the grapes anyway, after a quick rub on out t-shirts, and we are still alive to tell the story. Not sure if anyone else remembers that or not, but I do.
And once again, this is photographic proof that your day can start out badly through no real fault of your own. Although I am certain that I have been very close on occasion to occupying a metal structure that was (almost) void of fossil fuels that (normally) would have caused my internal combustion engine vehicle be propelled in a forward or backward motion, I have no real recollection of ever being stranded because that previously mentioned vehicle 'ran out of gas'. And aren't there all sorts of warning devices in vehicles today that would warn the operator in a variety of styles, that said vehicle was thirsty. FGS, we will soon be encapsulated in vehicles that can drive themselves to the nearest fuel refilling station, so how can ANYONE run to our gas? It is 2016 people. Put gas in the damn car. It is not as if we were in a blinding snow storm for 18 hours and you had no opportunity to get gas. You are on IH-35, where exit after exit offers gasoline, foot long hot dogs, public restrooms, donuts (my fave) and private lingerie showings in your own, bacteria filled 6 x 6 cubicle. But there we were, following the rules, not even challenged that one guy with no gas (but obviously a gas CAN), had caused this otherwise pleasant and fun-filled commute to go south. Did I mention that the fact he had a gas can in the back of his car gives me the idea that he has participated in this type of 'fail' in the past.
I had a doctors (dok-a-tors) appointment this afternoon, and as I was waiting (resisting temptation to go through drawers and re-stock my cotton ball collection), I noticed a wild parakeet nest outside the windows. Austin has a HUGE (ha-yooge) parakeet population, the result of a couple parakeets being loosed upon society decades ago. They used to live down around Zach Scott Theatre, then they were evicted and they moved a little bit north to the UT Football Stadium, then they were evicted and relocated themselves to the UT Intramural Fields, and the last I heard, they were being evicted from there to who knows where. BUT, there is a handsome next at the corner of 38th Street and North Lamar, and this particular pair seems to be doing really well. This is not the best photo ever, but it is hard to take a photo of a parakeet and its next with an iPhone.
You don't pay too much attention to stuff until it doesn't work anymore. I know, this is a 'first world problem', but I think we did really well. There were storms out here on the edge of nowhere, which caused the electricity to come and go for a while. And then it went. We have lived out here for almost a decade, and the rural electric coop dependability has actually been much better than we experienced in Austin. We were not even home when the power went out (and stayed out), but we estimate it was about 3p.m. Our first clue was when the garage door opener would not work. So, no big deal actually, and the power came back on about six hours later, we estimate. We were real troopers, to. There were no issues, honestly, and it made nap time much calmer.
If you have been a follower of this journal for any time (okay, at least a year because this is my 2,691st entry) you have seen this photo before, or a photo very similar to it. Every year when I visit Washington, DC for our REALTOR® Legislative Sessions, I take this photo. It is one of the more 'blatantly bureaucratic' things that is much easier to explain than the other bureaucratic things that goes on here and elsewhere. Actually, this sign is indicating a stairwell. Yes, stairs. Go through the doors here, and you can go from one floor to another, manually lifting yourself from one step to another, or lowering yourself by descending the stairs in a manual fashion. I just crack up every time I see the 'Internal Relocation Site. I never actually thought of a stairwell as a 'site'. I think of a 'site' kind of like Area 52 where the aliens landed (not those aliens the other aliens). Or Washington, DC is a 'site'. But not a stairwell. I don't think a stairwell is a 'site'.
There are different kinds of best days. There are best days when you make quantifiable accomplishments and progress towards a goal or an action you have been working on for months and months. Snd then there are best days when you make small, intangible accomplishments that will not be of any benefit to you at all. Days when all you have really accomplished was the act of reconnecting with friends and colleagues that have been important to you in some manner in the past. Today was a day of both of these: There were some serious accomplishments, but more importantly, it was a day of letting down defenses and encouraging open communication. It is good for the soul, and my soul feels replenished at this moment. I visited the Lincoln Memorial this afternoon, and it was a great time for me, good friends, great colleagues, wonderful sharing. It is not necessary to speak to share a special time, and for all the fun and friendship that was shared today, there was no verbal reinforcement of that sharing. We were just all together for that time and the times that followed, and we all shared and enjoyed the company of each other well into the evening.
This was taken at my penultimate meeting of the day; the NAR RPAC Awards Ceremony. Travis, Martha, Myra, me and David, NAR Region 10 folks. A great Ceremony with an abundance of NAR Volunteer Leadership at the Ceremony. Fun all around, and NOISY...
R. The hardest working letter in the alphabet. I wasn't creative enough to come up with that, but it was a statement made in one of the meetings I attended today. Yep, the hardest working letter in the alphabet! There's a difference somehow!
In my ongoing effort to maintain the 'rogues gallery' theme of posts this week, I give you...Candy! It is no secret that I am a little short sh*t, always have been, but lately I have also been applying the 'tip-toe' technique of photo posing. I have also learned that it only takes about 20 seconds for my calves (attached to my legs) to start cramping up, much to the delight of those posing along side me or within range of me shrieking like a girl that just lost the head of her favorite Barbie. Whatever... We all do what we have to do. And I think I will still be able to come up with at least two more 'rogue' photos. I know for sure I still have one.
In the spirit of proving that I am not shy when it comes to having my photo taken with persons of interest, this one was also taken yesterday at the Mayor's Most Worthy Citizen Luncheon. This is Austin Police Chief Art Acevedo, and he was working the room much better than even I was. I need to follow him around like a puppy, he is good. Just so you all understand (let me be clear), I am a non-partisan photo opportunity taker. I have definitely had my photo taken with 'less-desirables', but yesterday was not one of those days. It was fun, and it was a great event. I expect I will be sharing a few more with you next week; stay tuned.
Poor, poor, poor Mayor Adler...his mug is gonna be plastered all over Facebook today, and I expect it already has been. The Mayor was honored today at the Austin Board of REALTORS® headquarters, as the ABoR Foundation Most Worthy Citizen. Somewhere along the line, this honor was suspended about nine or ten years ago, and I am very proud that this annual recognition of a member of our community has been revived. It takes a lot of work and planning, and our Foundation Board needs to be congratulated on a job well done. I am not the first to say this, but I believe that this was the best event to be held at our Association headquarters, and I look forward to this tradition continuing and going forward. Congratulations to all that had a part of this event!
As predicted, there was no rain today (so far) but it was cloudy, and that was a good thing. It gave me a chance to get the rest of the grass cut in the front, and to get some other chores done. There was a possibility I would need to go into Austin to show a couple houses, but that disintegrated. Overall, it was a good day, lots of grass cut (mowed not manicured) and some other catching-up accomplished. I am sort of impressed that this is going on the second week of staying caught up, not (particularly) over-scheduling myself, and taking a minute or two every now and then for myself! Various flora around the property are blooming, and there were more cactus blossoms today. The society garlic is about to burst forth, and I always like them. There are still plenty of iris blooming, the cannas are blooming, plenty of wild flowers still, and the roses are particularly nice again this year. Jody and I bought some 'dwarf' roses several years ago at HEB, and if they are truly a 'dwarf' variety, I would hate to see the full sized ones. These 'dwarfs' (or should it be 'dwarves'?), are about five feet tall and as big around as a prized sequoia in a national park. Whatever. This particular photo is of one of the society garlics, enjoy.