One pair of cowboy boots that I own is starting to wear thin. There’s a tiny hole, in each side of the pair, just about right for my little toe to eventually work its way out. A couple of out-of-town cobblers looked and said, “No way.” But at the Golden Slipper, on S. First, a kindly gentleman said he could fix them. We’ll see what happens. I first noticed the cool breeze from the inadvertent air-conditioning, last winter. Been that long since I’ve thought about footwear.
I stopped in Bouldin Creek for a morning cup of go, and while I was there, a familiar Leo greeted me. She was just finishing breakfast so we sat on the back patio for a few minutes and shot the breeze.
“I don’t get this: Texans, no really, I don’t get it all. When the weather’s like this? Get outside! Enjoy the day! It’s cool enough to move and breath! I’ll tell you what I don’t get, see, when it’s 100 degrees, you guys all get out and sweat. You move around. And when it’s like this? What do you do? Stay inside?”
(Cool and gray out, the faintest hint of precipitation, and yes, I’d rather be home.)
On the wander home route, I was thinking about Scorpio and then thinking about Texas Music. The difference between Texas Music and, oh, say, Nashville Country? How about Lyle Lovett, bless his wry and dry Scorpio heart, a couple of years ago, he was squashed by a bull. Smashed up. For real. Ranching accident. This isn’t a song. Saw him on stage, almost year after the incident, and he was still walking with a bad limp. Music was as a good as ever. But that’s not the point, see, in Texas, our singers and songwriters, the real stars, they do have encounters with ranch critters. It’s not some made-up song.
“Rehab? Rehab is for quitters!”
Unrelated:
While digging around, I found Atlantis.
As promised, silliness:
Renaming an Interstate?
News to me:
> PLEASE NOTE: Due to last minute family circumstances, Linda Drake and Kramer
> Wetzel are switching places.
I wonder if this is okay with her husband.
