Daddy Bub would be 95 on his birthday today. At 93 and 9 months, he was too young to leave us, but we know that he knows that today we are celebrating the wonderful times we had with him. Anyone who met him would not be able to forget him…….I think it just might be starting to rain!!!!!! What a great way to celebrate! Let’s have our cake and eat it, too!!!!
Last week was spent vicariously enjoying a great time had by Chicago’s Golden Boy. Christopher moved from what I considered an amazing place on N. Michigan Ave. to an even more energetic location for the 20 something crowd. Bucktown is already sounding like a faster paced totally fun place to live. I’m just glad it’s him living there and not me because then I would have to feel very sorry for him here….at home….slopping the hogs, like his Dad and I.
In between packing and moving, he sprinted over to Grant Park to run the Terrapin 5k race on Thursday night. I would have liked to just go there and eat the pizza, Cherry Garcia ice-cream and listen to the Grateful Dead cover band at the after party. Can you believe the race packets had tie-dyed T-shirts and other stuff? Read about it and even see the results here. I checked it out……Chris Parish time:24:11. That is a 7:47 jet pace……A great way to celebrate the move to N. Milwaukee Ave. was to enjoy the Wicker Park Fest . Great music, food and an opportunity to meet the neighbors and be hip to the latest styles. Mullets really got it goin’ on!
Lots of shiny happy people and ……on Sunday a concert by Back Yard Tire Fire.
To round out the week-end, there was a baby shower for friends Ross and Hailey. What better place to meet girls who want to settle down?
Run, RCP, RUN!!!!!!!
In this economy it is not enough to just have a beautiful face and figure. You have to be able to multitask…..for instance, Miss Piggy has been forced into plowing the back forty in order to feed the less endowed creatures that happen to dwell here. She has had numerous requests for her modeling skills, but until the money comes rolling in, she is happy to supplement our income with this manual labor. She also cooks and cleans, but I guarantee that her calendar will bring in enough funds to feed this overwhelming household throughout the next drought…..
We need so much, we lack so much as a country, as a world. We need more good people. How many have you met even once who did not manage to leave you with the impression that they are full of themselves and how about those that you have known even casually for many years? I can hardly think of anyone who has not said a hurtful word, not meaning to, but just the fact that they talk SO much, it is inevitable that a tactless phrase should come spewing out. I am the world’s worst at this. It is unintentional and to control this is a work in progress. Sometimes it is best to just shut the hell up!
I have known my brother-in-law Russell for over thirty years. He has always been in another city and in another state for the most part, but never have I heard a harsh or hateful word come from his mouth. Never a complaint or a bid for attention. You could meet him once and see that he loves his family and cherishes his wife. He is completely at peace in his beautiful country home and I doubt that he could wish for anything more. In good times and bad, I just think that this is rare to be able to name a person that impresses me this way. He is having serious health issues now and his character is as strong and steady as if each day is just as wondrous as the next. The world needs more people like Russell Parish.
Starring Will Feral…….
The plan was for us to be pig sitting for a few days, but it took longer for our friend Eddie and his family to build a pen substantial enough to secure this guy. “Bacon” became very comfortable in the barn and he had it all to himself. I turned it into a piggy paradise, making sure that he had all his favorite treats and plenty of mud. Filling up his buckets of slop and cleaning out his wading pool became a work out I guess you could call Piglates. When it came time for him to go home, I put his food, water and toys in the trailer, but I think because it was obvious how much I loved hanging out with him, he figured I really didn’t want him to go. Eddie, his dad and I tried for hours on Saturday, with no luck. We discovered that if sufficiently poked and provoked, a domesticated pig can revert to a ferocious feral hog in a matter of minutes. Finally on Sunday, Tom was able to lure him into the trailer using a trail of waffles. These were the same waffles that I had tried, except that when I said go I really meant NO and when Tom said GO he really meant GO!!!!!
We had just watched the movie Taken the night before. The streets of downtown San Antonio are far from Paris where the movie was staged, but still…….
When this stranger on a bicycle built for three showed up, Moye and Grand Moye hopped in. (They had been to Paris several times, but they should know better!) They disappeared around the corner and were gone seemingly forever!They did return eventually with big smiles on their faces! I’m thinking I might like to have a job with Rivercity Pedicabs, better yet, Pony Boy and I could take our carriage downtown and earn our keep!
It seems like yesterday that she danced down the hall of her house on Sir Philip singing “This Lady’s eighty three but she can still boogie!”
We celebrated the birthday at Mi Tierra’s with family and friends who are dear to our hearts. Next year who knows where and what we will do. I vote for Port Aransas! I will be thinking of something that rhymes with ninety