Flapper's Folly http://www.rockelle.com/ en Copyright 2009 Sun, 13 Jan 2008 17:55:12 -0600 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/?v=3.33 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss Organizing Those Digital Photos Christmas is over, hopefully your tree and decorations are put away, and if you are like most folks, you now have  a lot of holiday photos.  Most likely the photos are digital and sitting somewhere on a computer, a memory card, or even still in the camera.

I think the  biggest benefit of digital photography is being able to take all the pictures you want. With no  worry about the cost of film or developing, you can snap away. So instead or 40 or 60 images, you now can have hundreds from one holiday season. I know some folks who use their digital cameras much like a film one and print them soon after they are taken.  At our house, that never happens. Indeed they are scattered. The card was emptied onto the laptop or one computer or another every time it is full and soon we don't know where all the pics are or if we ever even looked at them.

holdersToday I came across an article online at Southern Living all about organizing one's digital  photo files.  There are lots of good ideas in the article and included are downloadable templates to make the cute CD covers at left.  There are many more than those pictured and something to suit nearly every occasion. I printed one out and it fit like a charm with no adjustment. There is space provided for the date and event or subject.

We've been using a digital camera since at least 2003 and have racked up a lot of files.  I'm thinking how nice it would be to clear that space on hard drives and place the images in these neat little envelopes in a notebook. Guess I know what I'll be doing in my spare time this week. 

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2008/01/organizing_those_digital_photo.html http://www.rockelle.com/2008/01/organizing_those_digital_photo.html Decorating and Crafts Sun, 13 Jan 2008 17:55:12 -0600 Re-inventing Flapper's Folly It's been a year since the last entry here and there was a blank year before that.  At one time I was posting almost every day and people actually read what I wrote. Strange, I know.  So I'm back to try again.  I have a new tool called Window's Live Writer and I'm giving it a spin today.  

I've become addicted to Rate My Space on HGTV.com, a site where people post pictures of their rooms and others can rate the rooms from one to five and leave comments.  It's great to be able to look into other folk's houses and see what they have done.  I am about to redo the guest bath and plan to finally subject my own decorating faux pas to critique. I also wanted to take pics of the project as it progressed. I was also thinking I might share product info and new techniques.  Then it dawned on me. There stands the blog!

  Be aware... In my mind it sounds kinda like this:

So I'm going to use my blog to chronicle my bathroom redo. Pictures coming soon.

Note:  The song "There Stands the Glass", written and performed by Webb Pierce, was number one on the charts in 1953.  I was born three years later.  Although I have probably only heard this song a handful of times in my adult life, I know every word to it and it regularly pops into my mind.  I can only guess my mother listened to it during her pregnancy and it is proof that we learn in utero.       

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2007/07/reinventing_flappers_folly.html http://www.rockelle.com/2007/07/reinventing_flappers_folly.html Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:49:36 -0600 Old Hippie Chick
Recently the Puter Ho and I acquired a new vehicle. The '97 Pontiac I brought to this union had served well, but when the air conditioner crashed and the cost to repair it was a huge percent of the value, we decided it was time for it to go. We have a nice sedan, but it's getting a lot of miles on it and we're tired of renting the Home Depot truck to bring relatively small things home. Neither of us wanted a pickup, so a small SUV seemed the solution. A friend had recently gotten a Honda CR-V and we liked it and decided it was time to enter the small SUV market.

After a bit of research, off we went to test new vehicles. The CR-V was first. It's a nice size, but comes with few amenities, especially power seats. The Puter Ho is 6 foot and, sadly, I'm a foot shorter. Adjusting seats and mirrors is an almost daily hassle. Listen closely, because the height issue is very important. The back door on the CR-V opens sideways. No sweat. But no power seats, so we start to explore. Up a bit in size and the doors open "up". No problem, but grasping and pulling them down turned out to be a problem. I kind of jumped and hung on. I'm too friggin' old to hang like a monkey to close the back door. Even the car-like Nissan Murano's back door was difficult for me to close.

We test drove every small to midsize SUV in the Metroplex. LIke Goldilocks I climbed in, adjusted seats, drove, and opened and closed rear doors. One was just right... This sweet thing drove like my sedan , only better, the seats and mirrors remembered individual settings and glory of glories, the rear door opened and closed at the touch of a button. It was perfect. Oh yeah. In all it's cushy leather and Steinway wood trim, it was everything I ever wanted. And cost more than my first house!

We bought it. Why? Because I could manage the rear door and the seats adjusted so easily. That's the truth. My daughter said I needed a bigger rock on the hand that steers it. My mother said that "at my age" I deserve it. The Puter Ho said it had to have the Navigation package which cost what the car that goes with the first house cost.

So why is this post titled "Old Hippie Chick"? I'll tell you. I'm ashamed. I love the car. I love the comfort, the kickass sound system, the navigation, the rear door. I love it all. Hell, my cell phone rings, it mutes the radio, and I answer it on the steering wheel and just talk. But there is a part of me that is ashamed to own it. It is soooo not me. I'm all natural and not materialistic. Really. I am the ultimate hippie chick. We can leave off the "old" part. It's the first thing I have owned that really grates against everything I stand for.

In the past I've sneered at bleached, tanned, manicured bitches driving such vehicles as they gabbed away into their phones. Remember. I'm not like that.

I don't even have to touch my phone.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2006/08/old_hippie_chick_1.html http://www.rockelle.com/2006/08/old_hippie_chick_1.html Personal Wed, 09 Aug 2006 17:54:01 -0600 Out of Retirement Okay. It's true my last entry here was in January 2005. Over a year; fourteen months to be exact. So why write now? I still read lots of blogs and I began to notice that many were celebrating anniversaries. Two, three, even four years blogging and I realized I had passed the milestone of not blogging for a year.

During this time the Puter Ho urged me to get back to it, but there seemed so many reasons not to. There was a point when I felt that continuing with the current administration in office would only drive me to drink or at least develop an ulcer. Words just could not, cannot, express my disgust. So, there was that. Then this other thing happened. Last May, almost a year ago, I became a grandma. Yep. I would like to say an obscenely young one, but actually it's perfect. I'm not too young, my daughter isn't too young, but I am young enough to be around a long time and hopefully play with my great grandchildren some day. There was also painting and redecorating the house. Falling on a watermelon and painfully bruising my ribs (NO, the watermelon didn't bust :P ) A host of other obstacles have stood between me and a return to blogging.

Then a few days ago my husband was looking at the stats of several sites he is part of and found that my little blog was still getting quite a bit of traffic. And not just spiders and crawlers and such. Folks are still linking to bits and pieces. I guess I felt that once I did it, it was gone. So with the Puter Ho beginning a new web venture, I'm determined to take a moment now and then and share my thoughts, experiences, and observations. And I promise not too many pics of our dear little Madeline.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2006/03/out_of_retirement.html http://www.rockelle.com/2006/03/out_of_retirement.html Personal Thu, 16 Mar 2006 13:38:21 -0600 Brotherly Love... Sisterly too! One of the greatest joys of my life is that my children love each other. It's also one of the biggest surprises. A daughter 25 and a son 21, four years apart so each had plenty of baby time, I've often felt they would gladly murder one another if the opportunity presented itself. Having no siblings myself, I could never understand the bitter fighting and, what seemed to me, absolute hatred they exhibited as children.

From salted hot chocolate to grass burrs hidden in beds, there seemed no end to their meanness. Once they were both out of car seats, I would sit in the backseat with my daughter while my son sat up front with his dad on family trips to avoid the horror of the two them sitting back there. Often more disturbing than the fighting itself was the constant tattling. “He said.” “She said.” “He hit me!” “She took my __” It went on and on.

Now they are adults, (more or less) It’s hard to think of them that way. They are both married. Yes, probably too young, but it tells me that even though their parents’ marriage didn’t survive, they still believe in marriage. Both have wonderful spouses whom I love as my own.

Most surprising is that they love and care for each other the way they do. They confide, commiserate, advise and admonish. They spend hours on the phone sharing their lives, their hopes, and their fears. It’s almost unimaginable. Oh, but it is wonderful and more than I ever hoped for.

I’ve always envied siblings, thinking how great it would be to have someone who had always known you. A person you shared your life, your history with, in a way no spouse or friend or even a parent ever could. I see my parents as they enter old age becoming close once again with brothers and sisters and I thank God that my children will have that. It’s a blessing to know that although I will die and marriages and friendships can dissolve, they will have each other. And always be on the same side.

Blake. Nicole. I am honored to be your mother…

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2005/01/brotherly_love_sisterly_too.html http://www.rockelle.com/2005/01/brotherly_love_sisterly_too.html Personal Tue, 04 Jan 2005 10:18:08 -0600 LTNS I'm BACK! Yeah. Drowning in chardonay and Pink Floyd. I've spent the last months working my ass off on the house. Hoping for the triumph of sanity. Now all bets are off. I wasn't a huge fan of Kerry, but a definite "ANYBODY BUT BUSH" person.

So what now? Can I find my muse? We'll see. Oh, hell yes, we are going to see a lot with another four years of this.

Does nobody remember Nixon????????????????

My color is blue. In more ways than one.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2004/11/ltns.html http://www.rockelle.com/2004/11/ltns.html Wed, 10 Nov 2004 19:36:50 -0600 Questions? Lots......... When was the last time you paid attention to the body count in Iraq? As of this morning, 23 of our troops have died since Saturday. That's since Saturday. Now I'm no slouch at searching the internet, but I can assure you, you will be hard put to find a total since the beginning of action. If you know, please share, because I could find no official total.

What's happened to our media? Yeah, they still make a big deal about the innocent Iraqis we kill, but where are the figures on our troops? I remember watching Cronkite as a kid and seeing neat little bar graphs of fatalities during the Viet Nam "conflict"..... Where are those now? Where are the people that were protesting when this thing began? Has the friggin' Bush administration so intimidated the media and everyone else that there can be no dissension?

What's going to happen? One can't help but draw parallels between Iraq and Viet Nam, and it wasn't settled in one, or even two administrations. Even if Kerry wins, and God knows he must, how will he be able to get us out? What really turns my stomach is that I live in Texas and most of my fellow Texans will vote for Bush because he's a Texan and he kicked ass.... HUH????? It's scary.

One of my biggest disappointments is the youth of our country. Aren't young people supposed to be idealistic? I can see how it fades as you age, but shouldn't our kids care? Are they all so caught up in aquiring the latest whatsit and living vicariously through reality crap tv that they don't notice or care what is happening to their country? Or are they just totally disillusioned, believieng that nothing they do matters?

If there ever was a time to sing God Bless America, this is it.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2004/04/questions_lots.html http://www.rockelle.com/2004/04/questions_lots.html Personal Wed, 07 Apr 2004 16:59:49 -0600 Soothing Relief "NOT!"
The above picture is the start of the dining room project. Yes, it will be red, but first this nasty shade of Pepto Bismol primer goes up. Hopefully it will allow two coats of the red to cover and be true.

So why is the room not finished? Let me start by saying that home improvement television is a LIE! You know, where a couple of people paint, sew, and build, not to mention create art, totally transforming a room, in only two days. There is no way. Think of the phrase "Watching paint dry," because caulk, primer, and sizing all have to dry and it takes time. This is not even taking into account the snafus.

The crown molding had to be cleaned and recaulked in places. Twenty-four hours to dry. The repair to cracks and such on walls and ceiling require another twenty-four. Then sizing and primer are several more hours. In between steps time is required for tears and ibuprophen. Sunday what really ground us to a halt was the ceiling paper. It's a heavy textured paper, looking like tin tiles, that was prepasted. I've hung lots of paper on walls, but never on a ceiling, and after this, never again. We're all set to go, cuts all lined up, me on the scaffold and John on a ladder, water dripping, and we rolled and we brushed and we pushed, and the damned stuff would not stick!!! It just fell down on our heads.

So while I sat and cried like a baby, John went back to the store, and after a call to the manufacturer, he returned with an adhesive that will hopefully do the job. By then it was too late to start again, but we did a test piece on foam core and it looks like it will work. It's a two person job and too much to do at night, so we are stuck until the weekend. After which, it must cure for 36 hours before painting and glazing. Only then, will I be able to paint the walls. I'm tempted, but if I get the paint up now, I know it will be ruined by work on the ceiling.

The deadline on this job is Easter. Last night, as I recounted our difficulties on the phone, my daughter told me not to sweat it, it doesn't have to be done by then. But it does, and who knows how many other things will go wrong. So it's one step at a time, even when each step is a day. Hopefully I will soon have a pic of the finished, or at least semi-finished room to post.


]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2004/03/soothing_relief_not.html http://www.rockelle.com/2004/03/soothing_relief_not.html Decorating and Crafts Tue, 30 Mar 2004 08:45:27 -0600 For want of...... Sometimes the simplest chores grow into huge projects. We plan to redo the dining room. We have purchased anaglypta wallpaper for the ceiling, which hopefully, will give us the look of tin ceiling tiles without the trouble and expense. The walls will be red. Which red is still being debated and there is even dissension on the part of the Puter Ho as to the wisdom of using red at all. The plan is to have this all done by Easter.

But enough about the particulars. The dining room is full. It is a small room and it is packed. Before my time here, it functioned as a playroom for a toddler. I brought a large table, six chairs, a buffet and lots of stuff. Although it was easily transformed into a dining room, one large white cabinet remained because something had to hold all the stuff. Now there is a spiffy new corner china cabinet destined to replace the huge white monstrosity.

Simple. We'll move the white monster into the garage. But wait. The garage is full. So we start on the garage and realize we can't really make way there until we have a large item pickup from the city. The city of Fort Worth last year went to once a week small cart pick up. We have a cart for garbage and a cart for recycling. We are always behind. These carts must be hidden from the street except on pickup day, so where do you suppose they reside? In the garage, of course. Adding to my frustration, I learn that a "Big Trash & Brush" pickup does not include picking up bags of garbage, of which I now have many, but only large items. What's more they cannot tell you when they will come, so one must place the mess on the curb and wait for pickup. Something I'm certain the neighborhood association will frown heavily upon.

Can you see where this is going? The dining room project should be doable in a weekend, maybe a bit more. But:

For want of a nail
the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe
the horse was lost.
For want of a horse
the rider was lost.
For want of a rider
the battle was lost.
For want of a battle
the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want
of a horseshoe nail.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2004/03/for_want_of.html http://www.rockelle.com/2004/03/for_want_of.html Decorating and Crafts Mon, 08 Mar 2004 09:48:10 -0600 Betwixt and Between I really dropped the ball blog-wise in December, but I was juggling plenty elsewhere. So much work and anticipation building up to one day is stressful, but I can honestly say that my family and I had a wonderful Christmas. We are blessed in every way. I am very thankful.

The older I get, the more I appreciate good times. There was a time I never really enjoyed the moment for worrying what disaster was around the corner. I now know there will always be troubles that come and go. Hopefully, small ones. (Knock on wood) :) All the more reason to savor those precious moments when all is well.

A few years ago, in the middle of a separation and divorce and alienated from my son, I never would have believed things could work out so wonderfully. I'm now married to my true companion, a remarkable man with whom I am compatible in ways I continue to discover. After living with us for almost two years, my son loves me and is happy. He has brought a wonderful girl into our lives whom we love and appreciate in so many ways. He is less than two hours away and I talk to him several times a week. In my opinion, that's damned good for a 20 year old male. Note to all guys: Call your mother!

My ten year old stepson and I have finally forged a relationship which feels strong and true. I love him. We have him about half the time and there are inherent difficulties with his mother, but I know that everntually he will be grown and we won't have to deal with her any more. Of course, first we will have to go through his teens and I don't expect it to be easy. I only hope my experience and perspective will help in the process.

Now, the only sad part of this soliloquy. I've been so lucky that for a few years my daughter has lived in the metroplex. She and her husband, whom we love and is a huge help to us so often and a great cook to boot, live about an hour away. She and I get to go on fun shopping expeditions and often share her horrible commute on the phone. My dear daughter, my best friend, is moving. January 31st, she will begin a new job in Lubbock. I'm proud and happy as can be for her. It's the right move, career wise. It's her old familiar stomping ground and I think they will be happy there. But I will miss her so much.

I have to remind myself to appreciate the moment again and remember that I made a change that affected all these people a few years ago. Change is not bad. We really can't foresee what glorious things are in store for us.

Happy New Year!

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/12/betwixt_and_between.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/12/betwixt_and_between.html Personal Tue, 30 Dec 2003 17:31:31 -0600 Josephine/An Early Christmas What a week the last week has been. On Sunday before Thanksgiving, we lost one of our cats. Josephine, pictured at right, disappeared from the backyard. First of all, let me explain how she came to be outside in the first place. We have three cats, Wellington, ten, Josephine, about 8, and Bijou, 4. Wellington, otherwise know by me as Willy, is a neutered male but doesn't know it. Were he a horse, I would say he was proud cut. His and Josie's presence predates mine. I came and I added Bijou to the mix.
Two years ago Josephine developed an auto immune disorder affecting her soft tissue. Her paws and ears began to just dry up. After a proper diagnosis, and many months of experimentation, she is maintained on steroids. Her skin was healthier, but her personality changed. The other cats picked on her and soon she stayed hidden under the bed all the time, barely venturing out to eat and drink and never venturing to the litter box. It became unbearable. We tried everything. As an ill adult cat is difficult to find a new home for, we felt we could either have her put down or try keeping her outdoors. We put her in the backyard last spring and she flourished. Queen of her fenced domain, she chased insects, ran laps, and never jumped the fence. It was great.

Then on Sunday the 23rd, with the wind blowing horribly and temperatures dropping, we came home in the afternoon and she was gone. Night came and no Josie. We searched and searched. On Monday I made posters and put them up all over the neighborhood and surrounding area and at the nearest veterinarian's office. All week, we heard nothing. Then last night, we came in from Christmas shopping, and had a message from someone, who having seen the poster at the vet's, thought she might have her.

At least a mile away and over busy streets, we hurried to see if it was our Josie. And there she was, in a box in their garage. Thin and slightly dirty, but otherwise unharmed. Oddly, three weeks ago, they had to put to sleep their 14 year old calico, and the woman had seen Josie a couple of times during the week, but when she mentioned it to her family they thought she was just imagining seeing the beloved cat they had lost. Yesterday, the daughter saw her and realizing she might be the cat on the poster, they managed to capture her and hold her until we could get there. How she got so far away, we'll never know.

What wonderful people! They wouldn't accept a reward, so we are making a donation to the Humane Society in their name and nearer Christmas we plan to do something special for their sweet family.

As for us, Christmas came early this year.



]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/12/josephinean_early_christmas.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/12/josephinean_early_christmas.html Personal Mon, 01 Dec 2003 10:45:37 -0600 Holiday Hell 1.1 The holidays are coming. Yipee! The older I get the "scroogier" I become. It's just a horrible time to be a woman. Somehow it is upon women's shoulders to provide everyone with loving feelings, wonderful gifts, delicious food, and happy memories. It sucks.

I love some parts of the celebration. I like decorating the house. I have trees in all rooms of the house and every year one of them gets a new theme. This year the one in our bedroom will be French with Eiffel Towers, toile, maribou and fleur di lis. I've got the supplies to start making ornaments and have it all planned, but I don't know when I'll get to it. I like to make candies. I'm the only person in my family who still makes my grandmother's divinity, pralines, and fudge. It's important to me.

I like giving gifts to those I love, but I hate the shopping and I think it's wrong when someone hands you a list and tells you where to get the desired items or requests cash so they can get whatever they want. And I especially resent obligatory gifts. You know, gifts for people you know nothing about and care even less for. What is the spirit of that? And then there are the gifts for family members. Not your immediate family, not the ones you wish you could give more to, but the family you never see, usually not even at Christmas. Thanksgiving rolls around and you get a call telling you what to get their child and they ask what to purchase for your kiddo. If you're lucky you can order it online and have shipped directly to them. This way there is absolutely nothing personal about the transaction. That's just WRONG!

Don't get the idea I'm cheap or uncaring. I don't want to receive any obligatory gifts either. A gift is supposed to represent feeling. Hopefully a warm one. I could go on and on, but not today. I will finish by saying that I will no longer be the enforcer of all this madness. If you don't want to call your sister, don't! If the scout leader, dance instructor, or SS teacher is an ass, I will not suggest a gift be given.

This year I may make candy, enjoy my pretty trees, be with the people I truly love and the rest of it can be damned.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/holiday_hell_11.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/holiday_hell_11.html Personal Mon, 17 Nov 2003 12:25:48 -0600 Online Mission Organization This time of year not only finds the mailbox outside full of catalogs and sales fliers, but more retailers than ever seem to be hitting me in email this year. In much the same way I glance through the catalogs before tossing them or dog-earing a page with a possible gift idea, I scan the emails, often saving a special offer for discounts or free shipping from a place I've shopped previously and sometimes checking out the website of a retailer I never knew existed.

Today my inbox turned up a neat one I'd like to share. Not another place offering up musical santas or overpriced nighties or even in some cases musical nighties, this one is like a Container Store that you can easily shop from home. Home Focus features a huge selection of gadgets and organizers of every type. Being a believer that if only everything had a place and was properly organized, the house would clean itself and my life would be tranquil and serene, I can't help but love this site.

Not just the usual array of shelving, boxes, etc. Home Focus features items I've not seen elsewhere. For instance, a keyring with a built-in phone charger I thought was particulary neat. There is an amazing offering of items to manage, organize, and clean your car, yard, pets, every room of the house and more. Check it out.

Online shopping is a great way to do some Christmas shopping while sitting snug and warm in your PJs. A nice way to spend a few hours this weekend, don't you think?

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/online_mission_organization.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/online_mission_organization.html Shopping Fri, 14 Nov 2003 10:39:36 -0600 Veteran's Day Forgotten and Remembered Today is Veteran's Day, a day on which we honor those who lost their lives in service to this country. You may or may not be aware of it. My day started as usual. Out of bed, check email and briefly scan the headlines while I get my morning caffiene jolt. Neither on Netscape's homepage or MSN's was there any mention of it being Veteran's Day. In fact, nothing I looked at acknowledged the holiday. Perhaps television was a different story, but I don't get my morning news there. Only when I arrived later at the bank, did I realize it was a holiday. Myself and about ten others standing there like goofs trying to figure out why it was closed.

Later my mother called and told me that she and my dad were planning to attend a ceremony this evening at the courthouse in their little town. My dad is a veteran, having served in Japan during the Korean conflict. Conflict, one of many stupid euphemisms for war. They knew it was Veteran's Day. Why didn't I?

Why didn't the internet community, if you can call it that, not recognize this day? Is it that the majority of us are simply too young for it to be important anymore? As World War II veterans die off, will the significance of the day simply fade from our memory? That's sad, you know. It's unforgivable.

I'm not someone driving around in a SUV with flags flying all over it and my head up my ass claiming to be a proud American. I remember Viet Nam. I remember nightly body counts on the news. I remember Nixon. I want to cry as I hear the daily accounts of boys lost in Iraq. But what really scares me more than anything is the passivity of Americans. Not just the redneck types raising their beers saying, "Hell Yeah, I'm a proud American!" but more so the intelligent ones lifting their grande lattes and driving their 60K+ vehicles who are just too busy making and spending money to think about it.

Americans need to start thinking. They need to remember. Remember not only the people who gave their lives for the good and just cause but also those whose lives were sacrificed merely for political aims. I believe that Nixon was a very intelligent person in spite of all his malfeasance. The present Bush is nothing but a smart aleck airhead from Midland serving as a puppet for Nixon's old hawks.

Remember. Not only the ones that died 50 or more years ago, but also the ones that died yesterday and then think about how many more will die. Then think, for God's sake, think.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/veterans_day_forgotten_and_rem.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/veterans_day_forgotten_and_rem.html Personal Tue, 11 Nov 2003 16:19:06 -0600 Granbury in the Rain Oops. No entry here for a week. Sometimes life just gets in the way. Last Wednesday the Puter Ho and I celebrated our third anniversary. Actually we waited until the weekend to celebrate with a couple of nights at a bed & breakfast in Granbury. It's such a short trip from Fort Worth that we can go down on Friday night and stay over until Sunday and feel like we've been away.

We actually got married in Granbury at a B&B and the weather on that day was very similar to this weekend's weather. A bit chilly and a misty rain. Good snuggling weather. Granbury is a lovely little town, but I fear it's charm is fading. The place seems to aspire to be Branson. Ewwwwww. It's experienced remarkable growth. The streets seem more crowded than ever with silvery heads. I don't mind senior citizens. If I'm lucky I'll get to be one too. And I can handle a certain amount of hokiness, but sometimes, altogether, it gets to be a bit much.

Still, it makes for a nice little getaway and I got some Christmas shopping done too.

]]> http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/granbury_in_the_rain.html http://www.rockelle.com/2003/11/granbury_in_the_rain.html Mon, 10 Nov 2003 12:14:01 -0600