Taco Casa in Kerrville has “meat burritos” for $1.99. I know you’re all grabbing your short pants, pocketbooks, and fedoras on your way out the door to Kerrville. (Just seems like these are articles Kerrvillains would appreciate.) I’m writing this on my Blackberry, which is just beyond ridiculous.
Recap of the last couple of days: I got a tattoo after years and years of thought and consternation. In celebration of what would’ve been my dad’s 55th birthday Wednesday. It’s a puzzle he showed me when I was 8 or 9 that he told me he’d show me how to solve when I turned 18. He died when I was 11, so I’ve never known how to solve it. So anyway, that’s on my left forearm. I love it. It’s perfect. It’s in the perfect spot, the perfect size. It’s stripes of yellow, which was my dad’s favorite color. The lines are pretty straight, but it still looks hand-drawn, which is exactly what I wanted. It’s perfect. And the artist was pretty impressed with my idea too, so that made me happy.
Anyway, so, then, Mo-Ranch ‘cation. Umm, my uncle Tim came down from Seattle. The last time we went to Mo-Ranch was the summer of 1989, I think. My friend, Joanna, went with me. Caleb, my cousin who’s about to make me not the only grandchild with kids, was a year younger than Kieran then. And my brother, Drew, was a year younger than Anneke. It’s so weird how quickly it seems everything’s changed. But I guess 19 years isn’t so quick.
Very quick ‘cation highlights… (1) Kieran saying “Focus. Focus. Focus.” while going down the rapids. (2) Family members sleeping in the living room (3) Brad’s disdain for the rich campers (damn Presbyterians!)…
