Some reflections and deflections at the end of summer.

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I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin where they all disappeared
I didn’t ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night.

-JB

So, I took a vacation alone with my thoughts for a week before the semester began. I rented a small house in Spring Branch, Texas. It’s in the Hill Country by Canyon lake. It some ways it was very peaceful. I didn’t run into any old friends with rum in their hands.

I did meet two girls from Fort Worth at a winery in Fredricksburg. Somehow it came up that I was a professor and one of the girls was a teacher. She taught fifth graders. Her friend said “I was a teacher for one year, but I couldn’t do it. I just kept getting drunk every day.”

Her friend chimed in, “I know, I’m her roommate and I would come home and she’d be drunk.”

“No, like lying on the floor clutching a bottle drunk. Like at four in the afternoon. . . Like every day. I couldn’t handle it.”

“What do you do now?” I asked.

“I’m in marketing.”

So, her unacceptable drinking as a teacher should have prepared her for professional drinking in the marketing field.

There are an amazing number of wineries and vineyards popping up in the Hill Country these days.

There are an amazing number of wineries and vineyards popping up in the Hill Country these days.

Anyway, I’ve posted a few things from the road. The accident I saw took place on 281 headed to Blanco right at the Little Blanco River bridge. There is a report I filed with DPS clarifying the whole thing.

Over the Little Blanco River

Over the Little Blanco River

I was at a Tex/Mex place called Sandra’s when I met the biker. I posted that story on Facebook, but here it is again:

I was sitting at the bar eating lunch/dinner at a Tex/Mex restaurant when a biker came in and sat down next to me. He order a tequila sunrise, ogled an underaged girl and asked the way to New Braunfels. I asked him what he was going to New Braunfels for and he replied, “I wanna make sure they bury my dad upside down so the whole world can kiss his ass.”
“Sorry for your loss,” I awkwardly said.
“Oh, I don’t know if he’s dead yet, but I’m checking to make sure if he is that they bury him right. “

Make sure they bury him right.

Make sure they bury him right.

I drove into San Antonio one day and had lunch on the River Walk, not because I wanted to have lunch on the river walk. I parked near the Alamo in a parking garage. I got into an elevator on the third floor. Pushed the button for the ground floor and nothing happened. I pushed it again and still nothing. I opened the doors, closed them, pushed again and nothing. I stepped out of the elevator and almost as soon as the doors closed, they opened again. I mean eerily quickly, but even though it didn’t seem that enough time had passed for the elevator to have gone anywhere; a man and child were in the elevator car. Despite the apparent violation of the laws of space and time, I got on the car with them anyway. I asked if the guy knew a good place to eat and he said he knew a good burger joint. I asked where and he said, “I’m going there now. Follow me.”

So, what was I supposed to do? Not follow the guy and in essence say, “Thanks for the recommendation but I’ve decided your opinion sucks. Good day, sir.” No, I followed in there and ended up having lunch on the river walk. It was passable but nothing special. The best thing about it was this duck that kept reaching up and tugging on my pants until I fed him. He’d eat and then tug again when he wanted more.

I didn't want to eat here, but I did.

I didn’t want to eat here, but I did.

I then headed over to the Alamo and found out that the brave souls who fought and died for Texas Independence also fought and died for “buy two get one free” fudge in the Alamo Gift Shop. When you ask “Is nothing sacred?” The answer is apparently “Yes, nothing is sacred, but we’ve got buy two get one free fudge.”

The Alamo

"We died for this?" - the heroes of the Alamo

“We died for this?” – the heroes of the Alamo

I fed deer every morning and afternoon.

 

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I ate out a lot.

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I kayaked a bunch.

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I looked at the moon.

It’s hard to focus on the moon with continual cloud cover.

I’d wanted to see the stars, but the moon was so bright the stars couldn’t be seen. I’m hitting the trees with a flashlight while I over exposed the moon.

Finally, a cloudless night made for focusing at an f/8 for 1/2000 of second. Like I said, the moon was bright.

 

I came home.

I did not get any of the course prep I’d been planning to do done.

 

 

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