Why did the chicken cross the road????

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Elgin Post Office Mural “Texas Farm” by Julius Woeltz Photo courtesy Barclay Gibson

Urban farming is making a resurgence and Austin, TX is no exception.  Raising backyard chickens is popular in Austin and has been for quite some time.  A few months ago, my neighbors took the plunge and started raising chickens for the eggs.  We live in a rural area, just outside of Austin, and I’m sure chickens have roamed these acres many times in the past.

The adage of a rooster crowing to start the morning is a complete myth.  Roosters crow all the time!  They crow to establish their turf or to assert dominance.  They even crow when a hen lays an egg.

My husband and I have grown accustomed to the noise and rarely notice it any longer.  Our visitors are generally less prepared for around the clock crowing.  Recently my son, who was visiting from out of town, commented about 10:00 PM, “That is going to drive me crazy!”

I had to smile, remembering the first weeks the rooster moved in next door.  I thought I would never get used to hearing the noise.

I did get used to the noise.  In fact when we drove to pick up breakfast tacos the next morning, at the local doughnut shop, it took a minute to realize I was hearing a rooster crow.  As I waited in the car, a rooster strutted up to the door of the doughnut shop and serenaded everyone with his “Cock a Doodle Doo!”  Continuing his rise and shine revelry, he made his way down the side walk pecking at the concrete.

Even in our community in the great state of Texas, that’s not a normal site.  So now I know why the chicken crossed the road…..  To get to the Doughnut shop!

 

 

Sleepless in Austin, Texas…..

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I hate waking in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep or not being able to fall asleep once I lay down.  I feel shortchanged all the next day.  I’m not one of those people who can sleep easily during the day. No matter how silly it may seem I feel I have lost something I will never get back when I sleep during daylight hours.

Sleeping comfortably

If only I could sleep anywhere, anytime!

Occasionally, the chaos of the day causes my brain to kick into overdrive just when it should be shutting down to recharge.  Going to bed at my normal time, I usually fall asleep relatively quickly.  On the nights that restless thoughts worm their way into my consciousness, I wake up after just an hour or so.  Once I’m awake, I toss and turn and try anxiously to fall back asleep.

Bed Sweet Bed!!
Bed Sweet Bed!!

Recently, after having fallen asleep at 10:00 PM, I woke up at 2:30 AM.  Tossing and turning for over half an hour, I finally gave up and got out of bed.  I was wide awake!  Since I had to be at work at 7:00 AM I decided to give up and get out of bed.

It turned into an amazing experience!  I sat down and worked on some writing tasks, washed a load of clothes, ran the dishwasher, polished my nails….. Well I did a lot of things I would never have had time to do if I had gotten up at my normal 5:00 AM.

Incredibly I made it through the day smiling and alert!  I was still refreshingly awake at 7:00 PM when I got home.

One of my favorite things is an unexpected “Gift of Time”.  A meeting unexpectedly cancelled, or an obligation that changes and frees my time.  That’s what I call a “Gift of Time”.

A Gift of Time

Although, I doubt getting up in the middle of the night on a work day is anything that I should do on a regular basis, for that one day, it was an absolutely  wonderful “Gift of Time”!

Tybee Island, GA trip

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This spring, my daughter and I embarked on our second of what will hopefully become an annual trip.  My daughter, Kat, planned a lovely trip to Tybee Island, Ga.  I flew into Tulsa, OK on a Thursday evening so we could begin our road trip the next afternoon.  We chose to take a road trip because even though flying would have been quicker, we knew we would miss a lot of experiences by flying.  You just can’t duck into that little out-of-the-way shop along the way if you are on an airplane!  We had a wonderful trip with a lot of great experiences.

 

We stayed at the Beachview Bed and Breakfast  in Tybee Island, Ga.   First thing Saturday morning, we enjoyed a wonderful breakfast of egg rolls (the name absolutely doesn’t do this dish justice), fresh fruit, pastries and freshly brewed coffee.  We carried our food out onto the second floor veranda and enjoyed the delicious gourmet breakfast in the fresh island air.

After our breakfast, we headed to Fort Pulaski for a tour of the historic fort and one of the original lighthouses.  With a cool breeze, we had a wonderful walk through the grounds and out to the lighthouse.

Leaving the fort, we headed to several outdoor markets for shopping.  We found some wonderful, unique items for sale and enjoyed a delicious warm beverage from Tybean Art & Coffee bar.

Tybean Coffee Bar

Sitting outside, at TYBEAN Art and Coffee Bar , we enjoyed an outdoor game of checkers playing with milk jug lids!  Honestly, this little interlude was one of my favorite memories.

Milk Jug Lid CheckersWe had many more fun and adventuresome activities on the trip, but just taking a minute out of a busy fun-filled trip to play a game of checkers with my daughter, while I sipped a delicious Chai tea, was exactly what I needed on a relaxing Saturday afternoon.

The All Too Common Condition

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…Of having no patience.   Grocery store checkouts are crazy places to be at the best of times.  Our local supermarket HEB (The first initials of Howard E. Butt) is always packed with people.  Ducking in for a quick minute is a complete contradiction.

HEBEven knowing that, I still think I can just run in and pick up something quickly.  Yesterday I attempted to run into HEB and grab something light for dinner.  It was 3:45 PM in the afternoon.  How bad could it be?

My husband was with me and we decided on a salad with some fruit and sautéed shrimp tossed on top.  Splitting up to grab the ingredients, we tackled the grocery list. Mathematically it shouldn’t be possible to spend one hour grabbing 16 items, but that is exactly what happened.

One hour later we were making our way to the checkout.  Of course I was guilty of leaving my cell phone in the cart and heading off to pick up some tea.  In my defense, my husband was supposed to wait for me at the cheese counter and he wandered off to enjoy some of the food samples.  We spent a good 15 minutes trying to find each other.  I absolutely refused to have him paged over the intercom!

Finally back together and ready to head to the checkout, we counted our items.  16.  All the express lines were for 15 or less.  Of course!  Yes, my nickname is Girl Scout at work, but I just couldn’t bring myself to get in the 15 item line and I didn’t see anything I was willing to leave behind.  So, we moved to the shortest regular line we could find.

We were standing behind a gentleman who didn’t have a cart; just something in his hands and only one person checking out in front of him.  Things were looking pretty good.  Suddenly this woman darts in with an overflowing basket and pushes in front of us.  The man looks up and smiles and says, “Man, I really hate to do this to you.  This is my wife”.  And she just smiles and says “Yeah, I’m a little slow”.

Shock took over and I couldn’t even respond.  It is amazing how quickly your anger can flair when you are already frazzled.  I left my husband and the cart and went in search of a different line.  I found one with only two carts and it seemed reasonable.  I motioned my husband down to get in line.  The elderly customer at the head of the line, checking out was almost done and the cart in front of us was full but at least not overflowing.

Even though, the lady had been almost finished when got in line, it was taking a while and I joked to my husband, she is probably writing a check.  Sure enough, that is exactly what she was doing. The checkout lady was holding the check up and reading it as if she had never seen one before.  “Unbelievable!” I was thinking, still fuming a little from the first lady who cut in front of us.

Finally finished, the elderly lady gathered her purse and was being helped to her car by one of the young store clerks.  The couple in front of us had their purchases on the counter and the clerk was starting to ring them up.  The lady spoke up and said, “I need to pay for these school supplies separately.”

What?  Now I’m normally pretty patient but I can’t believe what I’m hearing as she starts sorting the items into two stacks.  At least she didn’t pay by check.

When we finally got up to the checkout, it moved pretty fast. We did only have 16 items after all.

Going home and hanging out….

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Photo courtesy of texasescapes.com/TexasPhotography/Barclay-Gibson April 2009
Photo courtesy of texasescapes.com/TexasPhotography/Barclay-Gibson April 2009

 

It seems like we never really go home until something significant happens.  We visit, but we don’t go home.  Recently, I received a phone call that my mother had been hospitalized.  I go visit my parents fairly often, but usually I’m in and out and don’t have time to see many people or hang out.  Going to the hospital in a small town forces you to slow down and just “hang out”.  The hospital employees are either people that went to school with me or are the children of my classmates.  The hospital in my hometown is a small 25 bed hospital.  Often the census is less than 5 when I visit.

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Walking toward the front door of the hospital with pecan shells crunching underneath my feet brings back a surge of memories.  The pecans which have fallen from the ages old pecan trees overhead litter the sidewalk.

It seems like eons ago that I used to work at this hospital.  My office was just behind that window to the right.  My son was delivered down the hall to left.  Many of my nieces and nephews also made their debut within these walls.

The number of times I entered through the emergency room with my accident prone son is innumerable.

I haven’t lived here in over 20 years.  Now I live in a city large enough that running into someone you know at the supermarket is the exception so coming home it’s hard to get used to knowing everyone you run into anywhere you go!

Every nurse, every custodian or kitchen worker seemed to know my name or at least know who my parents are and that I am one of those “Greenway kids”.

I sometimes wish my parents lived in a larger city where they could receive the latest and best medical care.  But when I see the personal care they receive here, I think that the benefits gained from the good will in this little town far surpasses any medical advances that may be available in a bigger hospital.

Walking into restaurants, grocery stores or hospital halls, it seems that everyone in town knows my mother is in the hospital and everyone is concerned.  People I haven’t seen in 20 years call me by name. Many more remembered me than I was able to remember them.  I guess it’s really true, home is where everybody knows your name, and that’s a good thing!

Planes, misgivings and singing??

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Yes times have changed and our reactions to situations are different than they would have been 15 years ago.  I used to hate it when my parents would begin a story by saying, “When I was your age, or back in the day we….. (Fill in the blank).”

But I find myself starting sentences with that very phrase, more often than I care to admit.  However, that being said, the aftershock of 9/11/2001 has changed the way I view travel, particularly flying.

Boarding a plane for Seattle last week, I noticed that the lady sitting behind me was very talkative. Not a big deal, but I was hoping she would not talk so loudly for the entire four hour trip.  About thirty minutes into the flight, I began to wonder what on earth she was doing.  She was pushing on the back of my seat and kept dropping things.  Another thirty minutes passed and she began to sing very loudly.  Not just a little loud, but loudly enough that the stewardesses came from the front of the plane to ask her to not sing out loud since there were so many people on the plane.

At this point my annoyance begin to give way to a little bit of apprehension.  I started thinking about news stories where people have caused problems on planes and of shoes being set on fire, etc.  I knew it was a silly reaction and one I would never have had pre 9/11.  Still as I heard her dropping things and mumbling nonsense, I had a lingering sense of unease.

I noticed everyone within earshot was glancing her way and whispering.  The people sitting beside her had to stand several times so she could try to recover the belongings she was dropping.  I was glad I was in front of her instead of beside her.

As we prepared to land, I heard the stewards and stewardesses trying to get her attention so they could get her to put her seat belt on.  As we all stood to disembark, three empty alcohol bottles rolled from under my seat.  I felt more than a little silly, having been rattled by someone who simply had a few too many of those little bottles of alcohol the airlines sell.  Now I just felt sorry for her.  Still it was a huge relief to land and disembark safely in Seattle.

The Uninvited Visitor

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This past weekend, my granddaughter moved into her first apartment. She graduated from high school in May and will be attending college in the fall. Her granddad and I drove 10 hours to deliver furniture and household items to furnish her new apartment. It was a wonderful opportunity to spend time together and to be a part of setting up her new life.
We cleaned, bought, organized and decorated. The weekend was full of “remember when” and lots of laughter.
After several hugs and goodbyes,  we headed home and my daughter and granddaughter went to move one final small load before calling it a day. As they returned to the apartment with their arms loaded, they struggled to unlock the door without dropping everything. As the door swung open a blur of color flew past their feet into the apartment.


This little guy ran in and plopped down in the middle of the floor. Thank goodness I was
well down the road before I saw this picture! He is so very cute! As my husband put it, “he really knows how to work a room!” My granddaughter isn’t allowed pets, so my daughter quickly scooped up the uninvited guest and hurried him to her car.
I should take a minute to explain that my daughter currently resides with four cats. They are all rescues or strays that have found their way into her home. As soon as she walked into her home, her husband started shaking his head. She assured him it was only temporary and that she was taking the cat to the vet to be checked for a chip. She took the picture above to put on a found cat flyer.
The cat had no chip of course and the complex said the previous owners didn’t have a cat. The kitten has been at my daughter’s house two days while they look for his people….. to no avail. Now I’m thinking this is a pretty smart little guy. In a multi building complex with hundreds of tenants, he manages to walk into the apartment that is inhabited by cat people. Sort of like, of all the gin joints in the world…. Well you get the picture.
My daughter says her husband was a “Goner” when she walked through the door. The cat is at the vet being checked and treated. A flyer never went up, as the vet said he was probably a stray and had not been cared for very well. A name debate is under way, but for now we’ll just say Ollie has a new home with lots of cat toys, lots of square feet to roam, plenty of sunshine and four siblings, two girls and two boys. We think he is the tie breaker male.

“Relationships and Steel Cut Oats”

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Maggie Mae  –

I was thinking…..

Building relationships is like cooking steel-cut oats. “Bring to a boil, stir in oats, cook at medium for five minutes, and simmer for about 30 minutes.”

High heat, boil and simmer.  Hmm, great advice for a relationship.  Start with high heat, bring it to a boil and keep it simmering for the long-term.

Stepping into the Past

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Photo courtesy of Barclay Gibson Photography
Photo courtesy of Barclay Gibson Photography

When I was a child, my mother would pick us up from school every Thursday and we would drive into Wichita Falls, TX to pick up my father’s paycheck.  There were five of us children, four of us lined up across the backseat while my oldest sister got to ride in the front.  Back then, we weren’t aware that seat belts would save our lives and probably save my mother’s sanity.

Occasionally, my mother would surprise us and pull into the Gibson’s Discount Center parking lot in downtown Wichita Falls.  What a treat it was to walk the aisles and discover what wonderful new things had found their way to the shelves since we last visited.  We never made many purchases, but the pure enjoyment of just wandering the aisles was more than enough entertainment.

Finding the Gibson’s Discount Center in Weatherford last weekend awakened the excitement of a childhood adventure.  As I opened the door to Gibson’s in Weatherford, Texas I was instantly eager to explore.  Although the Gibson’s in Weatherford is affiliated with Ace and not quite the same concept as the Gibson’s from my childhood, I still felt a delicious sense of adventure wandering up and down the aisles.  I love the old metal nail bins where you buy one nail or one hundred and you pay by the pound instead of per each.  Even though I didn’t need any nails, I was really tempted to pick some up.  I know that you can find most anything on the internet and I often do my shopping online, but I hope we never completely lose the brick and mortar locations.  It’s a wonderful sense of joy to pick up merchandise and actually hold it in your hands before purchase.

The things I actually purchased, (some tea and an elephant figurine) weren’t particularly unique or rare.  What I really walked away with was a welcome remembrance of a childhood adventure.  The purchases were simply a thank you to the store owners for keeping the store open and allowing me 45 minutes of pleasure, walking the aisles.

I Don’t Like Spiders and Snakes!

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TarantulaAlthough I moved from my hometown years ago, I still own my family home.  My hometown is a small North Texas town of about 3000 people.  We usually return home for Christmas and an occasional visit throughout the year.  Each time we arrive, the house needs a thorough cleaning to remove the accumulation of dust.  The house is a small farm style house which was built in the 1950’s.  It sits atop a hill on the edge of town on about a ½ acre of land.

When we arrived last week, I began the tedious routine of dusting, cleaning floors, airing out the rooms and changing linens.   A few hours into the tasks, I tugged a plastic storage tub from the hall closet and promptly screamed.  A tarantula sat on the floor of the closet and I’m sure it was as startled as I was.  I think I probably gave the poor thing a heart attack.  As my husband came running from the the other room I began shouting, “Sorry, sorry, I’m okay. “  I’m sure from the scream he expected to find an axe murderer.

As my heart finally slowed to minor thumping the tarantula was captured and safely released outdoors.   Needless to say my cleaning was done for the evening!

And then there was the small matter of the snake crawling up the front steps, but that’s a story for another day.