It’s been a long time since my last post. I’ve been exceedingly busy, which is to say i’ve been distracted, which is to say i’ve been lazy. There are plenty of happenings in my neck of the woods, which is an ironic statement considering the desolation of the Texas plains, and the staggering lack of foliage, but I digress. Rather than add my own dirge to the evergrowing internet requiems regarding Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett, and Ed McMahon, I thought i’d simply say, it’s sad….
This has been an interesting summer to say the least. My parents will be moving, after 22 years in Comfort, Texas. It’s sad, basically, my childhood home is no more. I suppose I’ll always be able to go back, but its not the same. No more swims in Flat Rock Creek, no more smacking golf balls at the cattle in our front pasture, no more sights and sounds that made Comfort my home. Apparently, my folks are moving to Cuero, TX. Which should be great…and if someone has invented a sarcastic font, this would be the place for it. I suppose it shouldn’t matter much to me. I’m married with children and live in the panhandle, but when I go to visit my family, I always feel like i’m going home. And now, it’s going to feel different. I realize my mother is likely in a panic about the move, feeling that a journey 2 hours further south from her son will only serve to isolate her more from her grandchildren. I hope she doesn’t fret to much over this. I’ll likely continue to head south, regardless of their interesting locations. Apprently Cuero has a turkey festival…which will be appealing only if it involves eating the turkey’s at some point.
I will, however, be heading to Comfort for the 4th of July. Possibly my last 4th in Comfort, which means early morning imbibing and parades, copious amounts of food, and perhaps a lazy day on the river….all the trappings of a summer spectacular. I hope to see some family, and some friends, and I hope to be reminded of why I love that town so much, and why it will always be my home.
