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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.

 

Weekend Road Trip

We took a quick weekend road trip to San Antonio to help the MO's brother move a VERY HEAVY fish tank. Whew. Instead of just turning around and coming back home, we decided to spend the day there, so we went to the Blue Star Brewing Company for a lovely beverage and late lunch, poked around some art galleries and shops, and treated ourselves to a night at The Menger and a nice dinner. On the way back to the hotel last night, we reprised our wedding picture in front of the Alamo.
Back at the Alamo

The weather has been beautiful lately--cool in the evening, clear and almost warm to warm in the day. Abundant sunshine. Big blue skies with no clouds--I think that is normal some places, but not anywhere I've ever lived. Clouds are the norm. Vast empty bluuuuuuuuuue skies are kind of a novelty. I took lots of pictures looking up, but of course you can't really capture it. (Or at least my Elph and I can't.)

Bird on a light pole

Fancy building next to the Alamo

We did succumb to art lust and buy a couple of treasures at San Angel. I would not say that folk art (esp. "outsider art") is normally my style (I think the MO has a much broader range of appreciation for it than I do) but when I saw one of Shane Campbell's crow trees, it practically leapt into my arms. Luckily the MO liked it too and it came home with us. I haven't read it all yet--we were joking about transcribing it. The MO also picked out something special that is definitely more to his taste. I'm not even going to try to describe it. Hopefully he'll write about it himself.

Dinner at Biga was interesting. We sat next to a table that had a great waiter. Our waiter was... competent. Mostly. Bringing the appetizer before the bottle of wine didn't go over too well, but that was really the only gaffe. He just didn't come across as very interested in the whole process. But we eavesdropped on the other guy and learned a lot about the menu that way. The appetizers were astounding. The MO ordered the game packets and I had the smoked salmon nachos. Yum yum yum times infinity. I also tried the grapefruit salad, which was wonderful. The entrees were kind of a letdown. They were good--very good, actually--but the appetizers were a hard act to follow. We did have a delightful bit of chocolate truffle ice cream for dessert, though.

After dinner we walked over the Davenport for a Costa Rican (for me) and a gin & tonic (for he). Watched the Patriots stomp the poor Jaguars, although we missed the last quarter because they turned the station to the Spurs game. Come on, basketball?? Basketball does not trump football, even if it is the local team, during the NFL playoffs. (Well, ever, if you ask me, but especially not during playoffs.) So we ignored the basketball and talked amongst ourselves. We're good at that.

We had brunch at The Menger this morning. Wow. They had everything. Then a little touristing and the drive home. We saw lots of hunters returning from their outings--coolers and buggies in pickups and on trailers, and several antler sightings, so at least some of them had good luck. I wish I had been quick enough with the camera to get a shot of the one with the whole muzzle poking up out of the back corner of the pickup bed. It was a tad surreal. Kind of like a dog hanging its tongue out in the wind, only bigger. With antlers. And dead. Okay, so maybe not really so much like that after all....

Anyhow, it was a great weekend, despite that last mental image ;-)

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