objects on the side of the road and Roy's kolaches...
The stretch of I-35 between here and Waxachachie might be mostly empty pastures and outlet malls, but I still find it oddly beautiful at times. Then again, I'm a 6th generation native Texan and I cut my state a lot of slack in the beauty department. Of course Larry McMurtry, also a native of the state, calls I-35 the ugliest interstate in the whole wide world. Maybe he missed a few things, maybe he's not looking as closely as he could, maybe he didn't see Bruco?
Bruco is a giant caterpillar made of geodesic domes. Bruco is where all the magic happens at the Monolithic Dome Research Center in downtown Italy, Texas. Just turn left at the Alien Space Ship restaurant, which is still for rent if anyone is interested, and you will find a little road that leads you right up to the dome home community.
I stopped in there for a bit on Monday morning. There is a sweet little network of little dome homes with carports and Christmas lights and fenced yards. Some were all fancied up with special facades for a Spanish or cape code style dome, others were just little round houses. The President's house looks like an Italian Villa that is made out of domes. It actually works pretty well. The domes will be one of the stops on the Roadside Texas series tour. I'm excited.
On down the road, I stopped in West for Kolaches. My neighbors always take care of the dogs and cats when I'm out and they love the cream cheese kolaches. I picked up a half dozen cream cheese Kolaches for my neighbors and a warm poppyseed Kolache to go.
When I arrived in Austin, I unloaded the car, let the dogs in and I guess I was just road weary and I let my guard down. I left my stuff in a pile the couch and just started puttering a bit. I knew something was up when Roy Bean was looking really happy and Cowgirl was looking really guilty. Cowgirl often gets guilt transference. If something "bad" happens, she takes it on, she feels it, she puts herself in the scapegoat role, though I tell her all the time that she's a damn good dog.
The box of Kolaches had a tear in one side, a tear just the shape of Roy Bean's smile. With Roy, now happy and bouncing around the house, and Cowgirl, almost collapsing in guilt, I picked up the box and looked inside. There was one damp blueberry cream cheesekolache left that Roy couldn't get to in time. Roy was sent outside. Cowgirl got a bit of the last kolache and Keni, who didn't really know what happened, got a dog biscuit. All was well again, and the neighbors understood, of course.
Last night, I was taken out for dinner. Just down the street from the restaurant is a house full of lights, and lighted objects, and animated Christmas toys, including a tiny Santa Claus that climbs up and down a ladder to hang Christmas lights. When the home owner told me to "get on up there and push some buttons and make them all dance and move and all", I took him up on it. The man's heart is all over the yard, meticulous and fun and colorful, silly and somehow electrically stable.
A good day, a good night and not just for Roy Bean.
Bruco is a giant caterpillar made of geodesic domes. Bruco is where all the magic happens at the Monolithic Dome Research Center in downtown Italy, Texas. Just turn left at the Alien Space Ship restaurant, which is still for rent if anyone is interested, and you will find a little road that leads you right up to the dome home community.I stopped in there for a bit on Monday morning. There is a sweet little network of little dome homes with carports and Christmas lights and fenced yards. Some were all fancied up with special facades for a Spanish or cape code style dome, others were just little round houses. The President's house looks like an Italian Villa that is made out of domes. It actually works pretty well. The domes will be one of the stops on the Roadside Texas series tour. I'm excited.
On down the road, I stopped in West for Kolaches. My neighbors always take care of the dogs and cats when I'm out and they love the cream cheese kolaches. I picked up a half dozen cream cheese Kolaches for my neighbors and a warm poppyseed Kolache to go.
When I arrived in Austin, I unloaded the car, let the dogs in and I guess I was just road weary and I let my guard down. I left my stuff in a pile the couch and just started puttering a bit. I knew something was up when Roy Bean was looking really happy and Cowgirl was looking really guilty. Cowgirl often gets guilt transference. If something "bad" happens, she takes it on, she feels it, she puts herself in the scapegoat role, though I tell her all the time that she's a damn good dog.
The box of Kolaches had a tear in one side, a tear just the shape of Roy Bean's smile. With Roy, now happy and bouncing around the house, and Cowgirl, almost collapsing in guilt, I picked up the box and looked inside. There was one damp blueberry cream cheesekolache left that Roy couldn't get to in time. Roy was sent outside. Cowgirl got a bit of the last kolache and Keni, who didn't really know what happened, got a dog biscuit. All was well again, and the neighbors understood, of course.
Last night, I was taken out for dinner. Just down the street from the restaurant is a house full of lights, and lighted objects, and animated Christmas toys, including a tiny Santa Claus that climbs up and down a ladder to hang Christmas lights. When the home owner told me to "get on up there and push some buttons and make them all dance and move and all", I took him up on it. The man's heart is all over the yard, meticulous and fun and colorful, silly and somehow electrically stable.
A good day, a good night and not just for Roy Bean.
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