You may have figured it out by the messages in the previous two bluggys; we have just returned from a trip to Lubbock to see Penney & Roger and 3 grd-girls. Also had supper with Pat one evening. All-in-all it was an enjoyable trip taken up by our 5 dogs and their 3 - plus the girl's activities - and cold weather. Wherefore art thou spring?
Roger has built an enormous Pergola on the back of his house - impressive for sure.
So we got home last night after dark and ran the dogs to the pit for their duty. Our boy Fritz has developed a high pitched bark which he screams out when he wants something - anything. We drive 6 hours on this trip and try to vary the stopping to keep the dogs in check. Somewhere south of Snyder just as we about to flow from Hwy 84 into I-30, that loud chirp is sounded. There is no place to stop as you enter the highway. We told him to hold on - he is getting a bit deaf, so you might say that fell on deaf ears. He waited till Sweetwater and delivered his "sweetwater" on an unsuspecting bush near the Chinese buffet. That was good.
That is not a bad buffet. It is cheaper than the ones in this neighborhood. They actually have oriental music playing on the overhead speakers and the owners sat around a table talking in some foreign language. I do believe I overheard one of the say Ho Chi Minh. Continuing home.....
We are on I-30 which becomes I-20 and circles Ft Worth heading towards Dallas. We exit on hwy 287 south somewhere near Arlington. This is a very busy stretch of the highway with lanes entering and departing on both sides of you no matter what lane you are holding on to....dangling participle. One and a half miles from our exit, what does Fritz yell from the back seat. He needs to Go. You cannot exit; you can't pull off the road; you can keep driving - and we did.
I don't know where it was, but somewhere on 287 south we pulled off next to an Albertson's store. Fritz and his little buddies were relieved to be relieved. We would need milk when we get home. We went into Albertson's. That was a nice store - big wide aisle - parking spaces were terrific - lots of meat and veggie choices - excellent grocery store - it is nothing like our cramped, squirrely HEB store in Corsicana. If it weren't so far, I'd love to shop in that Albertson's often - not the local HEB.
We arrived home after dark with only one more yelp by the boy - I am guessing he was telling us that 5 pm had passed and supper should be presented.
This morning the spouse went to town for more groceries and picked up my newspapers which had been saved by our deliver guy. He does a good job delivering the Dallas Morning News to our place. My next blog will include articles from the paper that I find interesting...some, anyway.
Final for today - my Texas Tech football team beat Arizona State last night 37-23. They were expected to lose by everyone including myself. You have to be proud of a team - your team - when they go out and win. It makes me almost want to go out and donate money to the athletic department - almost - won't - just like to talk big about being benevolent. That's it.
Be sure to fly high and wife.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Posted by Mike Metze at 2:34 PM
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