One of the waitstaff at Fran's, our breakfast place, is a big tall kid who looks to be still a teenager. Each time he has waited on us I've noticed that he's rather taciturn - no banter or chatting up the customer.
The other day I went to the counter to pay and he surprised me by saying, "So you are going to just leave, is that it?" I responded with something like, "we've done all the damage we could do," and he said, "Okay, but we are going to sing Kumbaya in a little while. You'll miss it." You never know.
We survived another tax-free shopping weekend. But then we did not repeat the mistake we made a few years ago by trying to go to a restruant located in the Outlet Malls area.
After the latest squirrel/bird feeder adventure, we relocated the feeders away from the tree branches and roof edge so as to make it a tad more difficult for him to access them. We hung them on poles on the patio, and I have since added a baffle below the middle feeder to discourage pole-climbing.
It has worked pretty well; the birds are going through seed like gang-busters. And they are also causing it to rain. Well, not really, but they are perching on the rain gauge (on the left) and every time they take off or land it rattles the little measuring mechanism inside and more "rain" shows up on the indicator in the house.
Looked out Friday morning to see yet another big pecan limb down - this time from a tree belonging to the neighbor across the street. Like Rob says, "I wouldn't want to be a tree in your neighborhood."
NFL football on the TV this week. Bad football, but right now, bad football is better than no football. It will be interesting to see how the Longhorns do this year under Charlie Strong. My guess is that like all big ships, it takes a while to turn around.
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