Goose’s Acre Taps Thursday, Nov 5 2009 

Goose's Acre Taps

29 October 2009

The birthday celebration continues.  We left today for TRF, rather than waiting until Friday.  Kyle had heard about this little pub in The Woodlands, and had informed me opening weekend of faire, that he wanted to visit the place on his birthday weekend.  So, I put it on the calendar, we made plans to take friends along with us, and we made it happen.

Kyle and I got to faire, unloaded the stuff and then loaded up three beautiful women:  Roxy, Damaris and Kelly.  That’s when the rain really got intense.  It had been raining most of the day (most of the week, too, I think) and we knew it was supposed to quit before the weekend.  But, I, at least, didn’t realize it was to get so much more violent before it ran its course!  Kyle drove us from faire to The Woodlands in some awful rain and strong, high wind.  We got there safely, and while there, the rain did finally peter out.

The place is very nice, if a little off the beaten path.  It is in a modern setting—not what I’d expected, but that’s okay—and it is designed and decorated within to recreate a little pub in the UK that was demolished to make way for a motorway expansion.  Apparently, a couple of Americans with money had fallen in love with the place, and when they found out it was closing and being torn down, they made a deal to buy the contents of the pub. We are unclear as to just how much of the interior of this Texas place is original to the British pub, but we know for sure the bar and barback are from across the pond.   

My photo is of the amazing array of taps on the front of the bar—very British in style.  We had a wonderful time—good food, good beer and great company in a delightful setting.  And the drive back to faire was smooth and quick in comparison with the first leg of the trip.  So, birthday celebration day #2 was a wonderful success.


Sanctuary Thursday, Oct 29 2009 

A Modern Nod to the Old World

26 October 2009

Kyle and I made the difficult, late-night drive home last night from faire, picked up the dogs from the kennel, and went quickly to bed. This day we knew would bring the type of stress and weariness that is never enjoyable. Today was Kyle’s Gramma Evelyn’s funeral.

We joined the immediate family at Uncle Mike’s house in Richardson for a tasty lunch prepared by their friends from the church. It was good to see faces we see too rarely. After eating and enjoying one another’s company, however sad the circumstances, we all headed to the church. A lovely church, too . . . in fact, I chose a photo I took there, as my photo of the day.

First United Methodist Church of Richardson, Texas. I don’t know what it was like before, but it seems to have undergone some major updating and remodelling in the year 2006, according to engraved monuments along the entry way. I have been in a lot of churches in my lifetime, from medieval period to modern, and I have developed an absolute love for church architecture. I love the old vaulted arches and exposed beams. I love the quaintness of country churches, too. What I really don’t like much, is the recent trend toward modern construction styles—churches that look more like recreation centers! Not my thing. I like steeples. I like stained glass windows. And, once inside, I like pews, not chairs. I like warm colours. And, oh, how I love a pipe organ.

Well, the First United Methodist Church in Richardson has all those things I love! The facility is just modern enough . . . and beautiful. The lobby, for lack of a better word, was furnished with comfortable living room furniture and the walls were lined with exquisite antiques. I didn’t have time to explore, but there were certainly hallways and stairways leading to classrooms and kitchens and the like. The family first gathered in a charming, although modern smaller chapel. (I say smaller because it was a fraction the size of the sanctuary, but itself would have seated at least 200.) Then, we were greeted and prayed with the officiating minister before being led into the sanctuary. The sanctuary itself, although obviously updated for the 21st century and complete with theatrical lighting and a good sound system, was a marvelous piece of throwback architecture. Built in cruciform style, although with a shortened nave, it was shaped more like a Jerusalem cross with all four “arms” being approximately the same length. So, the trancept then, was very wide, and in fact the seating within it was only slightly angled, rather than the older method of facing those pews in toward the nave. The chancel area, behind the communion rail, was raised by three or four steps, and there was a sizeable choir loft in the very back of it, with pews facing back toward the congregation. In the space between, a lecturn to the (stage) right, and a baptismal font to the left, with the Lord’s Table in the center. Both a piano and the console for the wonderful pipe organ occupied the upstage left corner of the choir loft. As marvelous as all that really was, it was the view over my head that really impressed me the most. In what appeared to be a modern building, above me was the most intricate array of arches in what I would have called a ribbed vaulted ceiling, except that the arches themselves were rather free-floating. A complicated, beautiful nod to the history of church architecture. I know very little of how this would be accomplished or if there is any structural importance to those angular arches, but I do know it is a beautiful thing. As my photo also shows, there were lovely stained glass windows regularly placed around the clerestory (clear-story)—the upper walls— which together with more modern skylights, let in a wonderful warm light, despite the gloomy, rainy day we were having.

The service for Gramma was lovely, the eulogy having been well-prepared by someone who obviously knew her, and took the time to learn much about her. There were hymns sung, and prayers said, and a very sweet soloist sang Mansion Over a Hilltop–an old gospel favourite and a direct request from Evelyn! After that was all done, it was time for the long drive from Richardson to Cleburne for the interment. Evelyn had lived in Cleburne for many years before moving to the retirement center nearer to one of her sons and his family. So, off we went in the rain, arriving in quite the windy downpour. The ceremony was brief and before too long, we hugged our goodbyes and headed toward home.

It should be said here, that between the time we left home this morning to head to Richardson, and the time we left the cemetary to return home, Kyle and his family had received news of three additional deaths of loved ones! By the time the last of those announcements came, there was so much more sadness amongst the group that the whole thing became quite surreal. Sad to bury your grandmother, yes, but to learn you’ve also lost an uncle, an aunt and a godfather on the same day—amazing and bizarre.

So, determined to add some sort of happy memory to the day, I suggested that we try to find someplace to eat dinner on the way home that would be new and adventurous for us. We like that, of course, and Kyle was not a hard sell, as we were both hungry. It wasn’t long, though, before we were both frustrated at the decided lack of food options in both Cleburne and Burleson. I was so sure there would be cute little mom & pop places to eat, and there weren’t! So, we got all the way back to Fort Worth, and wandered toward the Hulen area. We had just decided to settle on a little sports bar and grill when we found a sign that read “Brix Pizza and Wine Bar.”

This was a perfectly delightful find! Brix is a small, bistro-like boutique restaurant, with a beautiful bar and a great wine selection. And the menu consists mainly of various “gourmet” pizzas! We had a margherita pizza with prosciutto and spinach and a delicious caprese salad, and a fabulous bottle of a Valpolicello we’d never before had.
We sat, talked, ate and drank that bottle of wine, just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Our usual forays to No Frills don’t quite allow for the same quality of dining experience! 😉 It was just what we needed—the second lovely sanctuary in our day! Brix hasn’t seen the last of us.


Ceviche from Mi Tierra Monday, Oct 6 2008 

Ceviche from Mi Tierra

3 October 2008

Believing that this creeping crud I’ve been dealing with would surely be gone by now, we had made plans with two dear friends to have dinner tonight.  And not just any dinner—a chance to introduce new folks to the artful and tasty talents of our friend, Damaris, owner and chef at Mi Tierra Latin Fusion Restaurant.

There was no way a few sniffles and a little coughing were going to get in the way of the evening!  I worked during the day, including getting Joe’s mock-up ready for his fitting this afternoon.  Joe and Cindy have commissioned new duds that we’re hoping to debut at TRF.  Allyson and Rod arrived at the house right around six, as planned.  The missing cog in the wheel was Kyle.  We waited a little while, and then called him to see how much longer he might be.  We determined he should meet us at the restaurant, since the kitchen does close at 8 p.m.

So, we dealt with pups, picked a second bottle of wine to go with the one Rod had brought along, and Rod drove the three of us to the restaurant.  We were amused to note, that I was not the only one with the remnants of a cold bug.  Both Ally and Rod were sniffling, too!  At least I didn’t have to worry about “making” anyone sick!  We got to the restaurant, and were greeted just inside the door, by Carlos, Damaris’ husband and partner in the restaurant.  He is the “front man”—always chatting with the guests, always with a comfortable, jovial attitude that makes one feel more like a guest in his home, than a patron in his restaurant. 

Kyle arrived soon after us, and Rod opened a bottle of wine.  We ordered an appetizer sampler plate , this absolutely beautiful serving of ceviche that I chose to use as my photo of the day, and four different entrees.  Then it was Christmas!  Unbeknownst to us, Allyson had decided to give gifts this evening, and presented Kyle with an absolutely fabulous pair of stone dice—made of Tiger Eye!  He was thrilled.  And, for me there were amazing antique reproduction buttons and a set of “my size” bangle bracelets.  (When you are petite, it is so hard to find tiny bangles that don’t fall right down over your hand!)  Treasures from a recent trade show or two that she’d been to, and (thankfully) had thought of us!   But, we know that it is she herself, that is the real treasure.

We had been looking forward to this evening—ever since Kyle first got the phone call this summer from our dear friend Rod, telling him that he’d met Allyson through our MySpace pages, and they’d begun chatting a lot, apparently realizing more every day just how much, and how many friends they had in common.  Rod asked Kyle if it “would be okay” if they dated.  How adorable is that?  Allyson told us at dinner that when she got a friend request from this cute guy that Kyle and I seemed to know so well, she couldn’t figure out why they didn’t already know each other!  So, a number of weeks (I think they were celebrating two months!) later, here they are—still quite fascinated with each other.  And, since we love them both individually—the “two for one” aspect of this relationship suits us perfectly!!  We look forward to many more good times with this wonderful young couple.  Next time, it seems, it will include a game of some kind . . . perhaps, mah jong!


Dilated Thursday, Sep 25 2008 


25 September 2008

After meeting Kyle and a couple of his co-workers for lunch at Mi Tierra Latin Fusion Restaurant in downtown Arlington, TX (perfectly yummy, as always!) Kyle and I went together to his afternoon eye appointment.  I took this alien-looking photo of his left eye, while we were waiting for the doctor.

Not a great photo, I know—I was rushed, and for some reason I couldn’t hold still enough to get a good image.  And, of course, with his pupils dilated so drastically, Kyle was also having trouble not blinking for me.  But, the end result of the whole process, is that Kyle came through all the screening and testing with flying colours.  He is scheduled for LASIK surgery tomorrow!!!  He is so excited he can hardly stand it!  Saturday morning, he will wake up and be able to see the alarm clock!  The glasses we just bought him in June will become little more than a paperweight!  I just asked him if he’s nervous and he said ‘no.’

That makes one of us! 😉  I’ll feel better when it’s all over.

Galveston News:

We knew, of course, when Hurricane Ike first turned in toward the Gulf of Mexico, that our December plans could be impacted.  We watched with interest, then concern, and finally with fear, as the storm worsened and the projected storm path became clearly focused on Galveston.  We checked on our friends, offered beds and anxiously watched news reports as the storm surge  hit, and then as the wind and rain battered the coast.  And then, as the storm passed over Texas and headed northeast, we searched for news of damage.  Every day, even nearly two weeks later, we google words—Ike, hurricane, Galveston, historic, Strand, Tremont, damage, recovery, etc.—in various combinations, hoping for a news article, a photo, a blog entry, an interview—something—containing “new” news about our beloved Galveston and the recovery efforts going on there.

Here, on The Daily KRuMB, we’ve tried to keep our own readership up to date on our findings, by copying text, including links, and sharing tidbits of news we’ve uncovered.  Just recently, I personally reported two important bits of information that many of our friends were specifically anxious to know.  1.  That I’d been given the official word that the Dickens on the Strand Festival was indeed going to happen this year, and 2.  That the Mitchell properties, including the Tremont House Hotel, were planning to reopen on the 15th of October.

Unfortunately, as some of you now know, the second of those reports has now been proven false.  From what I understand, Ginger received word from the catering department, that the hotel would remain closed until after the new year begins.  Since this information differed from what I’d reported, she sent a query directly to her best contact within the Tremont Hotel management.  This is the response she got:

Hi Ginger, I hope all is well! It is true the Tremont is closed as the hotel sat under water for days. We have started demo to the ballroom and the hotel will follow in the morning. We lost almost everything on the first floor from the front of the house to the back of the house. We do plan on reopening by the first weekend of Mardi Gras. I can look at changing your sleeping rooms to the hotel Galvez when I return to work on Friday. This is a disappointment to all of us; as the Tremont is rich in the history of Galveston. I will contact you soon with our progress.

Marcus Hennigan
Guest services Manager
The Tremont & Harbor House Hotel Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

After further investigation, I found this, from from BOI Galvestonian Christine Hopkins’ blog:

This has been a very emotional time for those of us who love Galveston. While the media tends to focus on the devastation – there is also much progress being made daily.

I have this update to share… Apparently, our Oct. 15 reopening date for our hotels was too optimistic. Currently, the Hotel Galvez  has electricity, water and elevator service and a full restoration is underway. The hotel plans to welcome guests in early November. The Tremont House sustained relatively minor damage from Hurricane Ike but the restoration process is expected to continue until early 2009. Lastly, Harbor House also sustained relatively minor damage but the hotel will not be available to the public until early 2009. The hotel is currently housing those assisting in the island’s restoration efforts.

Since, Christine works for the Mitchell Historic Properties folks, and was my original source of the information about the October 15th date, I was glad to see her updated report.  Glad, and of course, very, very sad.

Much discussion will now need to take place among the group of us who have made Galveston Island our Victorian home away from home the first weekend in December for so many years.  I am currently trying to verify that the Dickens on the Strand event will indeed be happening, as I previously reported.  It does not require much imagination to think that if the Mitchell properties folks underestimated their recovery time, others, including the Historical Foundation itself, may have done the same.

One, poignant article, describes the personal, heart-wrenching devastation that many returned “home” to find:

On a positive note, it seems that some Galveston public schools will be re-opening on the 6th of October.  Life, for some, at least, will begin to return to something resembling normal.


My First Off-Campus House is Now A Parking Lot—and Dickens is a Go! Saturday, Sep 20 2008 

My First Off-Campus House is Now A Parking Lot

19 September 2008

That’s right.  The house I moved into when I moved out of the dorm, is gone.  And the good news of the day is that we got official confirmation that the 2008 Dickens on the Strand Festival in Galveston, will go on!

I had an interesting morning involving an ice chest I’d forgotten to properly deal with upon arriving home.  Suffice it to say, it was unpleasant.  And it made me late to my breakfast date with Ronnie.  Fortunately, he was flexible, and after dealing with the business end of our meeting, we had lunch instead.  When I left his house, I got a wild hair to run through the TCU area.  I’d been thinking a good bit lately, about the little house on Frazier Avenue where Roger and I lived for so long.  I wanted to see if it was still standing, and I was curious about all the recent construction at TCU.  I enjoyed driving around, and the little house IS still there, as is the big tree in the front yard.  It looks a bit different—but behind the fence and the new hedge you can still see all the charm of the little 1911 railroad worker house.

The surprise came when I decided to look at the house I’d moved out of to move into that one.  Sadly, I don’t even remember the exact address of the house . . . three thousand-something, Cockrell Avenue.  I shared the house with a girlfriend and her fiance.  The year was 1983.  I had just taken my first full-time job, was taking eighteen hours at TCU and dancing on the drill team, and my daddy, 1500 miles away, had just had the first in a series of surgeries related to the cancer that took his life a few months later.  Oh, and my ex-boyfriend moved in two houses down the road! (That house is gone, too.)  I was crazy.  Any one of those things would have been enough stress to stop most people in their tracks.  I somehow managed to come through that period in my life with only a few scars.  However, I did withdraw from one class and take an incomplete in another, if I recall correctly. 

I guess the craziness was offset by the good times.  Independence.  A steady paycheck.  A place to live that allowed for owning a cat (I got away with it in the dorm for an entire semester!).  The beautiful, old, drafty house where my bedroom had two whole walls of windows.  The smell of Maria’s freshly baked bread every Saturday morning, and the sound of Andy picking at his guitar. 

What’s weird is that I hadn’t driven by there in years—I don’t know when the house went away.  But, I know that a parking lot exists now, where once stood an old house full of fun.  <sigh>  All in the name of progress.

About Dickens . . . In the past, I’ve spoken on the telephone with Molly Dannenmaier, the Director of Marketing and Public Relations for the Galveston Historical Foundation.  She’s a delightful lady and I decided yesterday to send her an email. Within 24 hours she responded.  And I quote:

“Thank you so much for your message of concern. We have determined that we will hold Dickens on the Strand this year, even if it won’t be exactly the same as it would have been had Hurricane Ike not ripped through Galveston. We hope that you and your group will be able to participate as always.”

My email to her indicated that Kyle and I would like to help somehow.  This seems to be the time, I told her, when we should finally make our donation, and join the Galveston Historical Society.  Her response to that was:

” . . . there has been substantial damage to hundreds of properties in Galveston, including all our historic downtown properties and museums. We hope you might be able to make an online donation and encourage your friends to do so as well at”

So, we’ll be sending in our membership stuff, and I figured what better forum to encourage our friends to do the same, than The Daily KRuMB!

And Kelly . . . you were right to keep on sewing! 😉


Four Friends and a Baby Monday, Sep 15 2008 

Four Friends and a Baby

13 September 2008

Despite the weather forecast, and a sense of impending doom, we chose to hold with our plans to attend Grapefest.  This little wine festival plays host to the Texas People’s Choice Wine Awards and we go each September and have a great time.  Afraid the storm might put an early end to outdoor events, we bought our tickets for the 11 a.m. tasting, and aimed to get to the festival pretty much as it was opening. 

It was lightly raining even as we left the house, but we were armed with umbrellas and boots and rain jackets and hats, and off we went!  We parked close to the main gate, and were immediately struck with how terribly few people there were.  Then, we realized, there weren’t really many vendors, either!  We can totally make our own fun, no matter what, so we weren’t really too bothered by it . . . just sad.  After all, if we’d been at a tent show in the path of a tropical storm, we’d have packed up and gone home, too.  Hopefully, Thursday night and Friday were good for those folks, and the weekend wasn’t a total wash. 

The People’s Choice Tastings were happening, rain or shine, and we had a great time.  As planned, we met Starr and Joe and Troy and Alex, and Rod, just in time to get to our tasting on time.  With the weather-shy folks staying home, and the resulting crowd so small, we had plenty of time to taste as many wines as we really could–no standing in lines.  We liked that part! 

My photo is of our little group (minus Troy who was off visiting with a girl!) as we walked down the street after the tasting.  A couple of other cute photos include one of Joe and Alex, and one of Rod and Kyle.

The wind and rain were a constant part of the day, but it never got bad enough to chase us away.  We did go inside for burgers at Wilhoite’s, but that was mostly because there were no street vendors selling much of anything!  Instead of shopping craft booths–again there really weren’t but two or three—we shopped the little stores on Main Street and just enjoyed each other’s company.  When the walking had gotten the best of most of us, we decided it was time for an early dinner at Esparza’s, a fun little Tex Mex place we try to go to most years.  It was still daylight when we finally said goodbye and walked to our vehicles.  That was unusual, but we were tired and happy—just like we ought to be at the end of a festival day!

I took this photo of the beautiful hurricane-generated clouds on the way home.

We heard from a few folks down Houston way, that had come through Hurricane Ike relatively unscathed.  We will continue to check in with other folks tomorrow.  News coverage is still rather uninformative regarding Galveston—people aren’t really back there, yet.  We are hopeful, in that it seems the storm wasn’t as bad as we’d feared it would be.


Remembering Thursday, Sep 11 2008 

Heroes Park, Arlington, TX

11 September 2008

Seven Years Later

I’ve been thinking a lot about how seven years seems like so long . . . and like it was only yesterday.

When I talked to Kyle this morning, he said I’d missed a call from him (I was unhooking the truck and trailer) just moments after he left the house.  Apparently, there was some sort of ceremony taking place at our neighbourhood’s new Heroes Park.  Kyle said there were police cars and sixty or so people; traffic being directed manually, etc.  He was hoping to tell me, so I could run down there . . . and I would have! 

As it was, immediately after unhitching my rig, I chose to remember 9-11 by doing some searching online regarding any ceremonies taking place in New York or Washington.  I learned that today was the day the new Memorial site at the Pentagon was dedicated.  I went to the television, but could find nothing, so I read everything I could find online.  Entering the new memorial, visitors pass under an archway marked with a stone carved: “September 11, 2001–9:37 a.m.,” the exact time of the Pentagon attack.  The stone itself bears the scars of that attack—it is a stone recovered from the smouldering, wrecked wall of the building. The architecture of the park is arranged in rows, symbolizing the years in which the victims were born.  The surrounding wall doesn’t just keep out the freeway noise—it’s built beginning at a height of three inches and rises to 71 inches—it symbolizes the youngest victim, a three-year-old, and the oldest.  The park consists of a bench, a pool of water and a tree, for each of the 184 victims of the terrorist attack on the Pentagon.  Each bench bears the name of someone who died there that day.  To read the names of those who died within the walls of the Pentagon, you must face the building.  To read the names of those who died on American Airlines flight #77, you must stand facing the western sky.

I found some footage of a lone bagpiper walking among the benches as he plays “Amazing Grace.”  And I found a couple of nice news reports about the new site.  I also learned that at 3:30 p.m., both Obama and McCain gathered with folks at Ground Zero in Manhattan to remember the lost, there.  I’m hoping to find some footage of that.  We, as Americans need to remember much, much more often, how we pulled together on that day, and think far, far, less of how different we think we are, one from another.  That the two candidates joined for this event, today, is heartwarming.  Kyle had said he hoped something like that would be done, and I doubted the likelihood.  I’m glad I was wrong.

As I drove home this afternoon, I took a quick, impromptu turn in at Heroes Park.  I did a U-turn, and parked my truck, immediately across from a no parking sign. (Isn’t that crazy?  Where are we supposed to park to visit this little place?)  I walked down the marked path, and read the engravings, such as: responsibility, sincerity, dedication, sacrifice.  I walked all the way down to the wall bearing the names of Arlington’s fallen in the line of duty.  Under each name, is either a Fire or Police Department badge symbol, and the words “Last Call” or “End of Watch” with a date.  A beautiful wreath seemed to be perhaps a remnant of this morning’s ceremony.  And I picked up a piece of trash and carried it back to my truck.  <sigh>

Tears for many reasons.


Another Fabulous Meal at Mi Tierra Saturday, Jul 26 2008 

Filet of Cod from Mi Tierra

23 July 2008

I had looked forward to this evening’s dinner for weeks!  Finally, on this last night of my little holiday, Kyle and I went to Mi Tierra Latin Fusion Restaurant for what promised to be a culinary delight.

I had a rather satisfying day of errands and housework, and a visit to our new favourite restaurant was the perfect finishing touch to both my day and my time at home.  We took our own bottle of wine, and by the time we were done, Carlos was teasing us about the “buffet table” of food we’d ordered!  We just wanted to experience as much as we could!  We ordered the sampler platter of appetizers—I love doing that because you never know just what delicious things Demaris will include on that plate!  Then, came the ceviche!  Now, on our first few visits, Demaris was still expanding the menu offerings and the listed seafood items had been unavailable.  So, the ceviche had been on my mind for weeks!  And it was worth the wait!  Served in a tall parfait-style glass, it was not only beautiful, but so tasty it was totally amazing and I commented that Kelly would be proud of me, ’cause I was eating it exactly as Demaris made it—complete with onions and red peppers!  My taste buds have certainly matured as I am aging!  Kyle ordered the skirt steak, and I the filet of cod, pictured above.  We packed up two boxes of take-home food, but figured that was fine!  Kyle will eat well for days!

It was a perfect evening, and once again, we cannot recommend this new restaurant highly enough!


Our Cone Flower Saturday, Jul 5 2008 

4 July 2008
I think I’ve used this cone flower as my photo during this week every year. Last year, I took a photo of it on the 10th of July. I’m not sure when it flowered, but it must have done sometime between when MB left and the 4th of July (when I noticed it).
Cone Flower
I can’t tell you what makes a flower bloom so beautiful in the midst of our Texas drought and heat; but, it’s a beautiful sight and it makes me smile when I walk out the front door and see it. Marita Beth’s decision to plant the cone flowers in that front square garden directly in front of the door was inspired.

~KR (Written on 5 July 2008 )

Flesh for Frankenstein

Camera: Canon PowerShot SD850 IS
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/2.8
Focal Length: 5.8 mm
ISO Speed: 160
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire

Cat on a Pillow Saturday, Jun 28 2008 

Cat on Pillows

24 June 2008

Tuesday.  The days are all starting to run together.  Packing.  Consumes.  Me.  I must type the word for the day of the week, in order to remember it. 

I did have a doctor’s appointment today—all good.  I have an official diagnosis and name for something I’ve been dealing with for twelve years:   supraventricular tachycardia!  Doesn’t that sound impressive?  I was in a pretty good mood when I left The Heartplace (yes, that’s what it’s really called!), so I decided to treat myself to lunch.  I considered driving through a fast food place on the way home, and then got a bold idea.  I was really only blocks away from Mi Tierra—the new Latin Fusion restaurant owned by a friend.  So, that’s where I went—all alone—and enjoyed their appetizer sampler plate as my lunch.  Anyone who knows me will understand how much I must love this food in order for me to go into a restaurant by myself and sit there and eat alone!  But, really . . . I’m not gonna get to eat there again until September!

Then, back at home, back at work.  As I was working in the workshop, finishing up some final sewing, and . . . yes . . . packing, Artemis slept.  Despite the new arrangement of the bedroom, she still managed to locate Kyle’s pillow and sleep on it.   <sigh>


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