I poke my virtual head up again, at long last, to complain. Shocking, I know.

As phramok noted, we made our early departure today on our way to a Texas Thanksgiving Adventure. Delightfully uneventful, and featuring his fresh-baked-last-night muffins. Like Algernon, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. I eat them quite calmly. It is the only way ( Read more... )

I don't mind being in Mineral Wells.

It's the 5-hour, 200-mile drive I mind.

We're at their Best Western now, watching bad tv and digesting Granma Field's dinner. This Texan holiday is proving relaxing, if perhaps too idle.

I hope to return with resolve... unless reading these texan newspapers completely demoralizes me. Time will tell!

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We're stopped just now at Majestic Liquors, with a stiffling damp winter crowding in from Mama Field's open window. Mr. Field returns with a box of white wine for Gramma (early in our dating, Jesse confided that her fridge is never without one, and we try to keep that tradition alive in oursDriving on, we pass caged geese and paddocked horses... a ( Read more... )

It's a short flight from the frosty streets of Mpls to the warm-breath blast of Dallas winter that greeted us outside Northwest flight 411. Mama Field picked us up, with neuroticsquirrl riding shotgun beneath her tape-bridged glasses. We ate Mexican for lunch (safe and tastey fajitas for me) then off to a nearby mall for new glasses. Entering through Dillards ( Read more... )