NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT………..

Jan 17, 2015 by

NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT………..

Last night at dinner, Dennis asked how my day had been.  My knee jerk response was—mmmmm, okay.  We had wound up at the Horseshoe Bay Tower Hotel (formerly Marriott) after playing golf at Slick Rock.  Along about the sixteenth hole, we had started gearing up for the famous hamburgers at the club house, but to our shock, they close at 5:00.  So,

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY--"A BAD DAY ON THE GOLF COURSE IS BETTER THAN A GREAT DAY INSIDE"

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY–“A BAD DAY ON THE GOLF COURSE IS BETTER THAN A GREAT DAY INSIDE”

the hotel is our “go to” spot.  But back to my day….The more I thought about it, I think it was better than okay.  First of all, the sun came out—–or as those of us who have been in the Marble Falls area called it “that big ball of fire in the sky”.  It had been days since we had seen it.  We were becoming the Seattle of the Texas hill country.  I had spent so many days inside looking out at the dismal, wet weather.  You’d think I would have gotten some things done inside the house.  Things I said I would do when the weather was too yucky to go out.  Things like straightening up my closet or going through the horde of mail from my new insurance carrier.  But oh no, I just piddled it all away.  To my credit, I did go through my make-up, thanks to watching Kathie Lee and Hoda.  (Surely, make-up can last longer than six months?)  But back to my day.  I had made lunch plans with my friend Georgi.  It had been way too long since I had seen her so we met at Forno’s at high noon.  I don’t think there was a moment of silence during the entire lunch.  One of the things Georgi said triggered a flashback that happened nearly forty years ago in Kerrville.  Instead of retelling in it here, I think I’ll add it as a post script.  but, again, I digress…………Back to my “okay” day.  I forgot to mention Georgi surprised me with the new Jack Allen’s cookbook.  She knows me well.  (And it’s only

MY COOKBOOK FROM GEORGI---I HOPE IT INCLUDES THE FAB MARGARITA RECIPE

MY COOKBOOK FROM GEORGI—I HOPE IT INCLUDES THE FAB MARGARITA RECIPE

fair, she did get a full length Lynx for Christmas.  No, no…….I’m really happy for her.  No, really.  I am.  I really am.  What is that twitch in my right eye?)  Anyway, we make plans for next week and air kiss goodbye.  I run back home to do a quick little walk with Mitch.  We stop by Susan’s to thank her for the cute little golf sign she surprised me with yesterday.  I told her I had visited with the new neighbors and saw their two new puppies.  Adorable. Didn’t know two puppies from the same litter could look so different.  Susan said she was off to the gym which started me thinking I should go to the driving range while the sun was out.  I got back home, made tuff decisions about what to wear—-it’s still chilly, especially in the shade.  I said goodbye to Mitch and drove the four miles to the golf course.  Between working on the road and the forty-five mile an hour speed limit, it seems like you’re in a conestoga wagon going over the Great Divide.  I get to the driving range, hit some balls with my trusty driver and about that time Denny comes by and asked if I wanted to join he and Bill for a round.  Sure.  It just felt so darn good to be out and I kinda kept up with the boys.  Okay, I did pick up my ball a couple of times, but what the heck.  It’s a glorious day and I’m lucky enough to be healthy and play golf and enjoy it……….So, this, brings me back to dinner at the hotel, last night.  I saw a new friend who has just whipped breast cancer’s ass and she looked marvelous.  I walked over and said hello and introduced Dennis.  She and her table were dressed for dinner, so Denny and I schlepped outta there and walked down to the ballroom and watched one of the most bazaar things I’ve ever seen….The Trophy Whitetail Breeders convention and auction.  We had noticed the hotel parking lot was full of pick-up trucks and trailers.  Now, we knew why.

THIS WENT FOR BIG BUCKS---PARDON THE PUN

THIS WENT FOR BIG BUCKS—PARDON THE PUN

 

There were deer horns and mounts everywhere.  You could smell the testosterone and I felt I had stepped into the Jurassic Park of the wild game world.  Does (that’s the female deer) were being auctioned for thousands of dollars—-can’t imagine what the bucks (that’s the male deer) go for.  But that is another story.  Dennis and I walk back through the lobby, through the parking lot, across the street to the very back row of the auxiliary parking lot.  It had gotten cool since the sun went down.  We got home, watched Golden Girls and yes, I can lip-sync some of the lines.  This finally brings me up to this morning—–in bed, with a cup of freshly ground coffee and Mitch,the dog ,right by me…….How was my day, yesterday?…………Mmmmmm, let me think……….It was awesome…… Just awesome.

THINKING ABOUT YESTERDAY OVER A CUP OF COFFEE.  THAT FURRY THING TO MY LEFT IS MITCH.

THINKING ABOUT YESTERDAY OVER A CUP OF COFFEE. THAT FURRY THING TO MY LEFT IS MITCH, THE DOG.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PS—No, I didn’t forget about the Kerrville story, I think I’ll just save it for another time.  It’s too good to rush through.  I also smell an article about the trophy deer industry…………To be continued.

 

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