So after fishing and Michael and Di getting home we began really having fun.
We lazed around and dug through a huge box of old pictures and photo albums that had belonged to our parents. That was fun... Di want's to line the hallway of the house with old family photos. She found very few pictures of Nita and I from days gone by, we'd already destroyed that evidence.
So without the old evidence we had to create new.... No I'm not passed out... We had been dancing hard and fast to some really good Cuban music and I was just really tired and hot. Never mind the killer martini I'd had. This was not a Ho Down either, Cuban music doesn't constitute a Ho Down... different music genre.
Lots of photo opps,
Yard art....
Natural beauty...
Hanging out by the pool.
Harvesting the onions, as well as cucumbers, beans, and blackeyed peas. When you live 20-30 miles from the grocery store, you gotta have a garden. Can you tell how excited Mikey is about having a garden?
More nature...
More photos of family on two wheeled death traps. (He built this bike from scraps.... and we wondered where Jeffrey got it from.)
More fishing.... she's really good at this.
And I'm good at finding other things to do while she fishes.
It's not a trip to the ranch without seeing the babies....
...or their daddy, "Brisket".
I guess that would mean this is "Cutlet." Doesn't she just scream 'Texas'?
Tomorrow.... the last fishing trip.
