Texas Pride
San Antonio’s Riverwalk is truly a marvel, with lush landscaping, interesting architecture and architectural features, and of course, the river itself.
To keep it all running, I’m sure the city has to spend a pretty penny on everything from bridge maintenance to dredging. And, every morning, the Lady Eco cruises the entire length of the downtown loop, with half a dozen large nets attached to hydraulic arms on each side.
All that landscaping generates a lot of leaves and twigs, and all those pedestrians generate a fair number of cigarette butts, balloons, and so on. Something in the river generates an unfortunate number of dead carp, and I’m sure the list of items recovered gets even weirder from there.
Live, post, repeat
To celebrate the third birthday of this blog, I recently bought a hardbound book from intorealpages.com containing everything from the first year. They did a nice job, automatically fitting the right number of posts onto a page, inserting monthly chapter headings, and producing a good quality color rendition of all my musings from 2012. I just ordered the next year, soon I will have a complete set. It’s fun to look at, and one form of insurance against the site suddenly disappearing.
When I hear real authors interviewed on TV, or actors, or other creative types, it seems like a common theme that they never go back and watch their own films or read their own books. Not so for me: it has been a lot of fun to flip back through the jokes and stories and memories, even from only three years ago. If this were a breakup or heartache blog, like so many of the others I see here in Tumblr-land, I suppose that would be called “wallowing”, but since it’s mostly a here-is-what-happened and travel blog, maybe it’s not so bad.
Three years ago this week, I was in San Antonio for a meeting. Today, I am in San Antonio for a meeting. I wonder where I will be in January, 2018?
Mousetrap: ur doin it right
I only do it for the deviled ham sandwiches. They cut the crusts off.
Watch? No, haven’t seen it. You probably left it somewhere.
Tho weeping Friends may mourn thy Lot
How Valued once avails The not
A heap of Dust remains of Thee
Tis all Thou art.
As I sit in an early morning town budget meeting where the long- term plan is being discussed with much hand-wringing, this scene from Vine St. reminds me that short-term needs will probably overwhelm all the big ideas.
The end of an era
After slightly more than three years, we were able to fit all of the things we had in storage into our own space… So we are now officially moved in. Yay!
Finally, a scientific explanation. I am the 80% !
The true meaning of Christmas is a Utah-themed game, bought at DI, shared among ex- Utah transplants.
Christmas spirit at the Latchis theatre.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 