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Booze and Pixies

I walked to the nearby liquor store for my "lunch" break (it's almost 2 and i finished lunch hours ago), because I wanted to pick up a little extra imbidement supplies for the weekend.  As usual for the particular intersection where I was, cars screech around corners and slam on their brakes, so the cute pixie-haired girl and I discussed that while I browsed. 

As she was ringing me up, the phone rang, and she said "This is she" and then broke into a perma-smile, the kind you can't wipe off, even if you try.  The card reader was being slow, so I stood there while it printed my reciept and she was able to write down a number and hang up.  Because of the way the convo went, as I was signing my reciept, I asked her if she got asked out on a date, and she laughed and said 'yes," and apologized.  I said not to, because she was glowing and it was nice. 

I wished her a great date and went on my way, but it was a nice encounter I'd like to remember.

I've been out walking

Or hiking as the case may be. Since the rain from Hermoine, the Barton Springs trail looks a lot different, with white-water flowing over the once dry rockbed. It's incredibly cool to see nature's results on herself, and how the land reacts to the change.

Having two hours with mu husband all to myself -where we talk about movies, games, podcasts, and life - is a great big scoop of whipped cream and fancy chocolate shavings on top of the lovliness of the walking itself.

Further down the trail we saw swans, but the picture I took could just as well represent doves, white plastic bags or cotton balls floating on the water ;)

Unfotunately, the lovely hike ended with me falling up the gravelly hill that leads back to the road. So now I have a giant goose-egg on my knee, but also a great excuse to not move from the couch - which was my plan for the day anyway.

wishful thinking

I'm pretending it's fall today by wearing my docs, my favorite knit hoodie and listening to the Counting Crows.

I'm wishing it were Friday, and that I could afford to buy LightRoom and that our house was sold.

But I'm trying to remember that I have so much more than some, and that really, life is good. 

 

Labor Day Weekend

My parents came to visit, which made Labor Day an extra nice, extra special long weekend.  On Friday, mom and I both worked from the couch, catching up on random minutia as we plugged away at our laptops.  We had TacoDeli for breakfast (mm mmm), then Mr. Zal set up the bike races (tour of Spain, I believe) to stream from the laptop to the big tv for my dad. After pizza for lunch, we came into downtown (hello, traffic!) and went to Whole Foods to pick up some dinner and stopped by REI, where I finally found a pair of shorts and dad picked up some energy gels. 

On Saturday, mom and I went to Ikea, leaving the boys to more cycling (I'm sure Mr.Zal was thrilled).  Once we made it back, we decided to take them for a walk along the Greenbelt.  Forgetting my parents are in their 60s, we may have been a little overambitious and under-estimating in the length of the walk.  Neither of them complained through - such troopers.   We had hoped to eat at Chuys, but it was crowded and had a 40 min wait time, so we went next door to Kate's Southern Charm.  At least the lemonade was good - that's all I'll say about that since my momma raised me well.   The rest of Saturday was lazy, as we were all pretty much spent from the walking.

On Sunday, my parents had to leave pretty early in order to make it to other parts of Texas to see my nephew for a few hours before heading home.  We decided to go grocery shopping and errand running, and then spent the evening watching Farscape and Dexter.

Monday we decided to walk to Zilker park, and it was a nice walk there - but it started raining just at the turn around point, so the walk home was.. a sopping wet adventure.  It was hard to find motivation after that, so there were naps and baths and crocheting and more naps.

And to officially welcome the end of summer, my laptop has a sweater made out of beautiful The Yarn Side yarn.