Adventures

There’s nothing like the smell of a cleaned up Texas man.  Those of  you, who have grown up in West Texas or small-town Texas or have roots there, know what I’m talking about.  These are the men who go out and work the pasture or land, whether be it farming, ranching, working out in the oil fields or in the oil or gas refineries, out on the feedlots, or any other trade.  These men go work hard all day and come home in their dirty shirts, oily, smelling like the tractor or truck and dirt, hair disheveled (if they have their hair under their sweaty hat--maybe they already have that hat-induced receding hairline), kick off their boots and take a deep breath and go, “Whew!”  There’s nothing like receiving a hug from a dirty Texas man.  Then, for public or special occasions, they “get cleaned up.”  They go wash off the dirt and grit from a long day of work, put on their best starched and pressed button up shirt, tuck it into their starched wranglers wi...

Last week, Heather, who seems to be the main character of my stories these days since we live in the same bed and breakfast, received a package from someone special.  In her package were two kites, on which were batman and one of the smurfs!  So, thanks to her special someone, Heather, Batman, Smurfie and I went to Venice Beach at Halfmoon Bay and flew her kites!  We had a fun time getting the kites up (it had been many years for the both of us, since either of us have attempted to fly kites!).  I tried to run with mine just dragging behind me to get mine (Batman) up.  Then, it turned out, the breeze off of the ocean was enough that all we had to do was simply hold it up and let the string out.  Oh.  So, we help up our kites, slowly let the string out and watched them float higher and higher until they were just little diamonds in the sky. We laughed at the fact that we are in our late 20's flying little flimsy Batman and Smurf kites on the beach and l...