Greetings from Houston airport….George Bush airport to be
specific…..it’s been an interesting few days as we flew to Houston to see the
big kid. As he approached us, he looked
very different…thinner…tired….shaved head….yeah, I said ‘shaved’. Actually, the
head was not bald, just closely cropped.
Usually, his hair is styled with gel.
However, he looked like a person who needed a bath, shave, and stylist. Yet, he was a very happy guy.
As he showed us the ranch, I am going to be blunt….yes, the
program is located on a ranch in the middle of no-where Texas. But…..the
facilities are a large garage with equipment, a field to throw, a batting cage,
and several pitching mounds. Water
access is through a hose. There is no
air conditioning or refrigeration. In other
words, I would not have survived the four weeks here….nope, I need my running
water and air conditioning….am I soft? Perhaps….
On to other observations…..we stayed in a very clean,
scent-free Marriott off route something or other. They offered free breakfast and wifi….air
conditioning…all of the comforts of home without Diva. On the other hand, the big leftie was staying
in a weekly motel known as ‘value city’ or something like that. The individuals living there were intriguing
as they drove their cars into the parking lot with bullet holes in them. Dangerous? Perhaps, yet, it is better that I
do not comment or ask any probing questions.
I did not go into his room. I
just wanted to deny the dirt and living conditions. Some things are best
unknown when it comes to your kid.
As he spent hours at the ranch working out, we had time to
tour Texas. In the four days we were
there, we put 1000 miles on our rental car and drove all over looking at the
sites. OK, some of the sites….we saw oil
rigs, drilling, ranches, and cows. No cowboys or horses…..however….
The food was spectacular….yeah….amazing….wow….ummm….loved
the Tex-Mex….loved the breakfasts…..soooo good.
Now, here is where I stand…..I am in no hurry to return to the Lone Star
state. I can now say that I saw everything that I wanted to see, ate what I
wanted….now it is time to leave and return to my Weight Watchers points. If I
lived here full time, I would be unable to fit into the middle seat of the
airplane.
Honestly, the people were so nice and the food was
great. But nothing is going to bring me
back unless it is big…really big….like Texas….as far as Tink is concerned, she
decided that she has to have cowboy boots. Yes, a new look for our Tink….are
you sure? Really, really sure? After all, we live in the northeast where the
cowgirls wear Uggs…”yes, mom, I really want them. I swear I will wear them….”
Then my mind took me to college when I begged and pleased for a suede jacket. I
had to have it…come on…I really want it.
And so after months of begging, my obnoxious behavior was rewarded for
my birthday. Yeah…just what I
wanted…..it was soft and sort of orangy…beautiful…..
I wore it to class that day
and as I stepped out from the science building, it poured buckets of rain onto
me and my jacket. Can anyone say ‘ruined’? This was just another one of life’s
lessons for ole BPM. Be careful of what you want….you just might get it. Where is that jacket today? Who knows…why
would I wear an orangy suede jacket? Those
days are over…now I beg for new pots and pans that have handles since all of
mine broke off.
OK, gotta catch my plane and run through Atlanta one more
time……
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