Perhaps I just need an umbrella

A text exchange

TB (the boy): I love you honey bunny
ME: I love you, too
TB: The horizon is gloomy
ME: Your future?
TB: No, the weather.

Ah, poetic irony lost on the happy.....

Saturday Morning Festival Hunt

Mon petit agneau précieux, it is festival season here in Texas. I am not sure how it is done in other parts of the country, but here when the heat breaks (hmmm), we have festivals. Swing a cat in Houston, and you are certain to hit a festival. Someone, some where has meat on a stick. I take the time to write this because I love festival season, and well I promised to write more. I love the feel of it. The gathering of community to celebrate. Celebrate whatever it is - Greeks, hot sauce, rice - whatever. Thus far this season, I have personally celebrated Texas music, Greeks, and people that like to dress like faeries (okay, the Renaissance).... blah, due to time constraints I have missed and lamented celebrating Italians, Bayou Arts (better not to ask), Westheimer, rice, and hot sauce. I hope to do better next year.....

Today the boy and I will set off hand and hand to the wine festival - well, it has a more prestigious title than that, but it is all about the wine. With our little tickets we get five free wine tastings - woop! And thou I hope that this will not appear a theme, the boy and I are quite excited about setting off hand in hand to find the wine.

Hopefully you all enjoy your Saturday...

Friday's Child

Giving you a gentle wish, for an evening of naughty events. Perhaps I have become saucier during my brief sojourn....

Romance - divided by one

A story of romance that occurred while I was away.

Off we go to Austin to spend the day at ACL (Austin City Limits) a large music festival held under the blazing Texas sun. My love is over dressed. It is a day where everyone runs around half naked, not my honey. He shows up in jeans and a dark tee. After purchasing more appropriate clothing, and with my back pack crammed full with his jeans and shoes we set off hand in hand to find the wine.

Ah, glorious white wine under the hot Texas sun. Well, a recipe for disaster one could say. Especially if that one is my sweet honey. And now for that moment of romance. It occurred as the sun set (see photo above). My baby, tired from heat and wine, naps with his head in my lap. I gently fan him and push back locks of damp hair. All the while we are serenaded by Damien Rice.

I remember it well

The first time that I saw

Your head around the door

'Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well

There was wet in your hair

I was stood in the stairs

And time stopped moving

My silent moment of pure romance, missed by my sleeping honey. It was magical, at least half magical. I protected him while 200,000 Texans danced and swayed around us. How dreamy is that?

A promise to a California Dreamer

I promise to start writing again. I do have things to discuss, I have just been.... well, I don't know why. There are a 100 reasons and none at all. So - with a big deep breath, I will plunge back in.