Rainy days and Mondays
It’s another Monday…one of the craziest days of the week for me. It rained on me going to work, cleared up in the middle of the day, and it drizzled on my way home. Bookends of rain!
I had a good weekend, though. Some Mondays I still feel so drained, but I went to work feeling very refreshed today. Maybe because I spent plenty of time outside this weekend.
Saturday started off with my golf lesson. There was no class last week, and I never made it out to the driving range to practice. So, I had little expectation that I would hit any decent shots or remember my form. I ended up surprising myself.
I made consistent contact with the ball, actually got some loft on some shots, and was hitting balls farther and straighter than I have ever done in the past. I was quite pleased with myself. I’m excited about getting back to the driving range to practice. A little positive reinforcement never hurts!
After golf, James and I headed out to Inks Lake near Burnet for a day/night of camping with friends. I haven’t been camping since I was a child. I had no part in the preparation back then. I was just shoved into the car and told not to wander too far. So, Friday night, I had a bit of a freak out. No idea what to bring, how much to bring, etc. I used some common sense and gathered up some supplies. James and our friends had most everything under control anyhow.
We got to the park around 2pm before our friends. The site we reserved had water and a power outlet. I was surprised how close all the campsites were together. I was expecting something a little more remote and secluded. James and I set up our little tent and I went to work setting up the pads and sleeping bags inside. When our friends arrived, they had a big 5 man tent, air matress, and space heater. They camp in style!
After we set up, we hung out for a while. We then sent the boys off for S’mores supplies and firewood. We made burgers and dogs on the fire pit, had our s’mores and some wine. Then James read some from Tucker Max’s book “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell”.
What??? Were you expecting me to say we were reading from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass????
Back to the literary genius of Tucker Max…I had to ask James to censor some of the language because there were lots of kids in earshot. The last thing I wanted was a confrontation with a pissed off dad. So, the Tucker Max reading was short and we then retired to our tents.
It was in the 40’s during the night, but not too bad. Just dressed warm and buried myself in my sleeping bag and I was fine. The next morning brought the sun and the annoying call of a bird James said was a dove. Whatever it was, I remember that call and remember it well. I will never forget that bird’s call. It kept me up every morning I tried to sleep when I worked nights as a nurse in the ICU.
So, we made some breakfast tacos over the fire, packed up and headed out about 10am. We went to the Longhorn Caverns for a tour. They were once the site of a hide out for outlaw Sam Bass. All in all a very good weekend.
I’ll post some pictures when I get them downloaded.


