|In April of 1999, I
went back to Texas. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would
ever find Texas a beautiful state...or that I would spend so much time
there. This time I hit the state in the springtime when all the wildflowers
are in bloom--the border on this page is made from dried wildflowers I
picked (and later found out were protected, so I was breaking the law big
time!). The weather was cooperative, the scenery wonderful, and the company,
as always, was great. (I hope Mike doesn't read this or he'll find out
how much I enjoyed schlepping for him).
It started on April 6 when I hopped the red-eye to Houston, with a 2 hour layover in Las Vegas, arriving in Houston at 5:45 a.m. Tuesday morning. Bless him, Chris Harris (husband of my friend Lynn, the midwife), drove out to the airport at 7:30 (prearranged time) and took me to "idyllic West Houston" to the home of Mike and Bill, where I'd lived last July. I slipped back into my old habits easily and was doing laundry and cooking before the end of the day. It was great to see both of them again (don't read this, Mike) and especially to see that Bill is looking better following a medical procedure a month or so ago.
I was with Mike and Bill for 2 days, re-visiting "The waiting rooms of Houston," and then on Thursday, Mike took me to Lynn & Chris's house for the next leg of the trip. Lynn & Chris recently entered into the co-parenthood of an adorable little puppy named Wicket:
who is part Pomeranian and part Chow, they say (notice he does not have the typical chow tongue).
Lynn, Chris and I went to see The Matrix, had some terrific meals, and got packed for our weekend trip to Austin.
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