on being a 2-day cowgirl...
I needed to get away. Last week, the week before, never a dull moment, never a moment, never a chance to breathe, I slept some, but not enough...
So, I made my trip to pick up Annalise into a mini get away...
I drove down to Ft. Worth Sat. afternoon, stopped at my best friend Maggie's house and she immediately whisked me back in the car. We were off to Hip Pocket Theatre where Maggie, Fred (ex-husband, my good buddy), and Jim were going to play some blues after the opening night of the new show: Mars Needs Women.
Off we went back down I-30 headed West. Occasionally, we heard the sound that had me a bit worried on the drive down, like something was dragging under my car. I had looked u nder the car a few times, everything seemed in right place, but the sound was troubling, and a bit disturbing.
Arrived at Hip Pocket in time to shake down some barbecue beans and ice cold water and exchange greetings with Fort Worth friends old and new.
The play was amazing. Hip Pocket is in the open air, under the stars. It was threatening skies, but it was empty threats, not a bit of a rain drop fell, just the crazy summer wind.
Okay, so they took the really bad early 60's film, Mars Needs Women and made it a fabulously funny play complete with a Mee Maw M.C. and dancing Martians and lots of lip syncing to the movie sound track. Afterwards, Fred, Maggie and Jim played...and they were wonderful. Then Maggie and I headed back to Albertson's for cheap red wine and three ours of girl talk.
Good start to the weekend.
(All this time, my sweetheart, Steve the Great, was at my home, taking care of my four dogs and both of my cats.)
On Sunday late morning, I awoke, made good, strong coffee, picked up Annalise at her Dad's house then headed to the Jazz Cafe to meet Maggie for brunch. It was tasty and Nick the Handsome Greek Man (but we know too much about him to consider him romantically for any of our good girlfriends...) played Saxophone and trumpet and damn he's good.
After brunch, Annalise and I headed west to Granbury for some time with my parents. My grandmother is slowly fading from us with Alzheimer's, I hadn't seen her in months. My parents had stories to tell from their trip down the Panama Canal.
On the way we took a shortcut so we could get off the main road and stop to check on that strange dragging sound we kept hearing...Annalise pegged it right away...it was that sheet of plastic under the front part of the car, it was loose, flapping around, but no hazard. We made our way through a country road, passing, The Little CowHand's for Christ Summer Camp, on the way. (I have nothing against the little cowhand's for christ...I have nothing against cowhands and nothing against Christ, I just think that maybe the Cowhand for Christ Summer Campers might be hearing a little more right wing rhetoric, then they are hearing about Christ, but that's an assumption, and I know how bad assumptions can be.)
We arrived in late afternoon to a field of wild flowers, fields and fields of wildflowers, my parents are returning some of the land to wild flowers and Native Grasses. The log cabin my Grandmother was born in was in good shape, the reconstruction work almost completely finished, and the horses, Dakota and Breezy were running around the pasture acting all crazy, along with Bubba, the sad little donkey. ( I love this donkey, but he's just sad as he can be, like Eyeore, and he's very afraid of people. We don't know his history... he sure does keep the cattle safe.)
And so, my weekend away began...
So, I made my trip to pick up Annalise into a mini get away...
I drove down to Ft. Worth Sat. afternoon, stopped at my best friend Maggie's house and she immediately whisked me back in the car. We were off to Hip Pocket Theatre where Maggie, Fred (ex-husband, my good buddy), and Jim were going to play some blues after the opening night of the new show: Mars Needs Women.
Off we went back down I-30 headed West. Occasionally, we heard the sound that had me a bit worried on the drive down, like something was dragging under my car. I had looked u nder the car a few times, everything seemed in right place, but the sound was troubling, and a bit disturbing.
Arrived at Hip Pocket in time to shake down some barbecue beans and ice cold water and exchange greetings with Fort Worth friends old and new.
The play was amazing. Hip Pocket is in the open air, under the stars. It was threatening skies, but it was empty threats, not a bit of a rain drop fell, just the crazy summer wind.
Okay, so they took the really bad early 60's film, Mars Needs Women and made it a fabulously funny play complete with a Mee Maw M.C. and dancing Martians and lots of lip syncing to the movie sound track. Afterwards, Fred, Maggie and Jim played...and they were wonderful. Then Maggie and I headed back to Albertson's for cheap red wine and three ours of girl talk.
Good start to the weekend.
(All this time, my sweetheart, Steve the Great, was at my home, taking care of my four dogs and both of my cats.)
On Sunday late morning, I awoke, made good, strong coffee, picked up Annalise at her Dad's house then headed to the Jazz Cafe to meet Maggie for brunch. It was tasty and Nick the Handsome Greek Man (but we know too much about him to consider him romantically for any of our good girlfriends...) played Saxophone and trumpet and damn he's good.
After brunch, Annalise and I headed west to Granbury for some time with my parents. My grandmother is slowly fading from us with Alzheimer's, I hadn't seen her in months. My parents had stories to tell from their trip down the Panama Canal.
On the way we took a shortcut so we could get off the main road and stop to check on that strange dragging sound we kept hearing...Annalise pegged it right away...it was that sheet of plastic under the front part of the car, it was loose, flapping around, but no hazard. We made our way through a country road, passing, The Little CowHand's for Christ Summer Camp, on the way. (I have nothing against the little cowhand's for christ...I have nothing against cowhands and nothing against Christ, I just think that maybe the Cowhand for Christ Summer Campers might be hearing a little more right wing rhetoric, then they are hearing about Christ, but that's an assumption, and I know how bad assumptions can be.)
We arrived in late afternoon to a field of wild flowers, fields and fields of wildflowers, my parents are returning some of the land to wild flowers and Native Grasses. The log cabin my Grandmother was born in was in good shape, the reconstruction work almost completely finished, and the horses, Dakota and Breezy were running around the pasture acting all crazy, along with Bubba, the sad little donkey. ( I love this donkey, but he's just sad as he can be, like Eyeore, and he's very afraid of people. We don't know his history... he sure does keep the cattle safe.)
And so, my weekend away began...
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