Went to Chuy's last Monday, as is our custom, and no sooner had we been seated than the lights went out. It's us, isn't it? A little dark cloud of electrical outages just follows us around these days.
Now that ex-governor GoodHair has proclaimed his candidacy (again) for the Presidency, Barb and I have decided that we probably are going to give up news until the election is over - or he gaffes his way into oblivion (again).
This past weekend was the 20th annual Republic of Texas motorcycle rally. Austin normally welcomes with open cash drawers these 250,000 bikers and their money, but the recent events in Waco had everyone - especially the police - just a teeny bit nervous. Everything stayed between the bar ditches during the event, though. It appears these bikers were only interested in the party, not who came.
I think Summer is upon us, even if we are a few days short of the actual solstice. Just in time, Barb found the reflective auto windshield shade from wherever I had tossed it last Fall. Nothing like grabbing a scorching steering wheel.
Nephew John figured out that 5 generations of the family have captained Wally the Whale. I don't know the date, but Uncle Arthur (father of Nephew John) bought the fiberglass shell from a neighbor and Mom and Pops added the personality. Since then, Wally has been a member of the family. Here's Cora, the great-great granddaughter taking her turn.
And doesn't all that water look nice?
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