Remember that cool front that blew in last weekend?
Boy, I love a good cold front. Where it happens fast and the difference is noticeable.
But, I will say it became an issue for us later that evening in Glen Rose ...
We stopped at a fun place called Cactus Jack’s on the way to Glen Rose, believe it was in Alvarado. New boots for everyone! I was even delighted when we got to town and I was forced to don a cute new red cardigan in addition to my cute new leather shoe-booties (say it fast, it’s more fun).
After unloading our stuff in our awesome suite there on the main drag, we stopped at Hammond’s for some barbecue, then did a little sightseeing to kill time until the play began. (We took an anniversary trip to Glen Rose to see The Promise last weekend, for those who missed my column last week.) We stopped for gas across the street from the arena, Expo Center thing, and while Mr. Kirk was putting the cap back on the tank nozzle we spotted some of our kids in a three-truck convoy pulling in with cattle trailers at the arena. Coincidence? Quite!
We moseyed over to say hello, and then headed up the hill to the amphitheater. Just as we got out to stand in the “will call” line for our tickets, it began to rain. Now mind you, I’m wearing my cute white furry jacket at this point over my cute cardigan, because it is cold. Now it is cold and wet, and all I have for shelter is a weary, old, pitiful-looking Daily Sun umbrella.
Once we finally got our tickets, we dashed back to the car to wait. I mean, there was no place dry in the amphitheater except the bathrooms. We huddled in the car for what seemed like forever, all the while, Mr. Kirk receiving softball updates from our youngest daughter who was in a tournament in Waco — where it was bone dry.
Finally, the rain stopped, and armed with napkins from the glove box, we made our way into the amphitheater, taking the umbrella for insurance. Our seats were great, and we settled in for a lovely, albeit chilly, evening.
This amphitheater is very cool (as in “neat”). It even has a “river” where they baptize, wash clothes, and presumably utilize the boat we spotted. As cold as it was, I wondered if the river was heated, or if all the people in the baptismal scene were actually speaking through chattering teeth.
About the time Satan showed up to start tempting Jesus, the bottom dropped out again. We crouched together under our shabby umbrella, my left side getting soaked and Mr. Kirk’s right side. The couple in front of us had their umbrella tilted backward — I presume to block our view less — but the result was the rain ran right off it and straight onto my new leather shoe-booties.
Finally I just couldn’t take it anymore and announced we were leaving. As we got in our car, the loudspeaker lady announced they would continue the show, as the radar was showing no more storms behind ours. Will said he didn’t know what radar THEY were looking at, as the one he saw had a huge storm coming right behind our current situation.
On our way back down the hill to our hotel, we saw the kids loading up cattle in the arena, so we stopped to visit. Heck, we were soaked already, what was a little more rain and manure? Our 3-year-old grandson was running amuck in the arena, so he was finally put in the truck. Just as they were starting to load the final trailer, headlights began coming down the hill one after another. Finally, the mass exodus. The play was called, so we missed nothing (well, nothing that anyone else that night got to see.)
After hugs, waves, and 100 “be carefuls” on my part, we watched the kids drive away as we went to our warm, comfy suite, where we cuddled in bed with vending machine treats and watched the final episode of Breaking Bad on the laptop.
And no, that irony is not lost on me.
Deanna Kirk is a Daily Sun staff writer and editor of Explore magazine. Her column appears on Saturdays. She may be reached by email at email@example.com. Want to “Soundoff” on this column? Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Remember that cool front that blew in last weekend?
The mug shot
That’s right — I have a new mug shot to go at the top of my weekly rants. I thought I had better update it to show my more sensitive side. Besides, I was a bit weary of my “friends” telling me the old one looked like something from a police lineup.
Some stories I’ve heard
Sometimes, stories come to me second- or third-hand, but they stick with me and I just need to share them.
‘Yeah, but ...’
“I’ve got good news, and bad news.”
It’s a time-honored phrase that boiled down to it’s simplest terms is really explained best in only two words — “Yeah, but ...”
Let’s hear it for butterflies
Let’s face it. When national leaders agree to attend summit meetings, we don’t expect many tangible and/or desirable results.
If I have said it once, I have said it a hundred times — I hate computers! I don’t want anything to do with cell phones with their myriads of applications. I don’t want anything to do with “blogging,” “tweeting,” “friending,” and “liking.”
Often, you start off your Monday with some semblance of an idea what the day and week will hold. Although working in a newsroom will teach you one thing: you don’t have control over anything.
There is nothing gradual about spring in Texas.
It’s Round-Up Time in Texas
For the longest time, “round-up time in Texas” meant “headin’ up and movin’ out” cattle. Cowboys atop horses undertook the massive undertaking.
Our new neighbor
Our house sits almost in the bottom center of a horseshoe of new homes which all back up on a man-made lagoon. Ours is one of the few homes that does not have an extended screened-in lanai but we are perfectly satisfied with the standard one
Smoker no more
So, I quit smoking.
Of course, just admitting that I once smoked is almost sinful in this day and age, akin to admitting I used to sell heroin to orphans, but it’s different now than it was when I started.
- More Opinion Headlines
- The mug shot