Never been here. Amazing.....I thought I'd covered the DFW area. However, the Fort Worth Nature Preserve had escaped my attention. Shame on me......wow - what an experience. So, Ray and I were celebrating Valentine's on Saturday due to fabulous weather
Sunny and up to 90 degrees. We wore shorts. Put on sunscreen and carried some water. With a map we finally figured out some trails and covered 2 miles - with what counted as 4 floors. Yes, there was some terrain. Very exciting in TX - not all flat
We never saw any prairie dogs.....Alas
But I do think it was smart they put up a fence. I saved the poor creatures from Ray!!!
Quite a vista..........we shall go back in the spring. I can't wait to see flowers and greenery in this very natural habitat. Only $5 per person - a bargain!!!
One of my New Year's resolutions was to do more stuff.......well, I am lucky some awesome shows are rolling through the DFW area. An American in Paris is glorious - sumptuous, beautiful, rich, and sublime. The dancing and singing were on point. The sets were visually stunning.
It's Paris, right after WWII and three men vie for the attention of a beautiful dancer. There's a lot more to the story than that - residue of war and other issues rise to the surface. The plot has a strong structure, and the musical numbers keep the story line flowing.
Gershwin tunes galore - I Got Rhythm, S'Wonderful, But Not for Me, I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise, They Can't Take That Away From Me
Hum along and escape to Paris. S'Wonderful, indeed....
I am not a public school teacher, but my sister is one, as are several friends of mine.
They work hard, have to put up with a lot of crap from kids, administrators, and parents.
Support public education, your schools, and kids. Support reading, libraries, the arts, sciences, any kind of learning. Encourage questions, take time to answer your children, and really listen.
Think about what you say, how you say it, and what it means for kids to hear it.
I always come back to Words Matter
Happy Valentine's Day to my sister Lori and her fellow teachers
This is more my father's moment, but I shall relay the senior story. I was in PA and on a mission to go with Dad and visit some local homes as he contemplates assisted living or not. He's 85 and in a very challenging house with steps, a basement, etc. He's lived there close to sixty years.
The Artman Home is full with a waiting list, but we got the spiel and a tour. They showed us a one bedroom studio where the occupant was out of the room.
"And here's the entry closet - quite spacious," the marketing woman opened the doors for us to see. Indeed, it was fine. We moved on.
Back in the car later, Dad said (and here's his moment), "It was all I could do to contain myself. I wanted to straighten that women's closet. Did you notice everything was askew? Hangars going every which way. How could she live that way?"
I burst out laughing. My father is quite the clothes horse - his closets are filled to the brim but extremely orderly. All the same type of hangars, everything in one direction, color coordinated pieces flow. It's like a Brooks Brothers emporium.
To see a closet in chaos gave him heartburn.
What's your heartburn moment?
I'll confess - I can't stand a crumpled dish towel in the kitchen. I want it smoothed out on the counter. Ray will drive me mad and deliberately scrunch it....I guess I'm not far removed from my father's compulsion.
Julia Reed is a hoot. Her book But Mama Always Put
Vodka in Her Sangria is subtitled Adventures in Eating, Drinking,
and Making Merry. She covers the gamut along with recipes and travel tales.
And Reed’s indelible Mississippi Delta childhood provides a strong foundation
for her sassy stories. The title derives from a real life friend’s
mother, and only serves to give a sampling of some culinary adventures. She
will make you hunger for food from Madrid to Paris to Kabul (from back in the
day as a reporter). Some of the highlights of the book come from her own
Southern garden and its bounty.
Come along to some fabulous parties. From the back cover: Shindigs
range from sultry summer suppers and raucous dinners at home to a Plymouth-like
Thanksgiving feast, and an upscale St. Patrick’s Day celebration. This
delightful collection of essays by Julia Reed, a master storyteller with an
inimitable voice and a limitless capacity for fun, will show you how to entertain
guests with style, have a good time yourself, and always have that perfect
pitcher of sangria ready at a moment’s notice.
I loved this book and appreciated that it was given to me by
a friend who was born in Mississippi and knew Julia Reed from school days. I
can’t wait to get together with her and hear some more. Meanwhile, pour a tall
glass of lemonade or sangria, plop yourself in a lounge chair, and prepare to
laugh. But Mama Always Put Vodka in Her Sangria is lighthearted,
witty, and sunshine on a cloudy day. This book made a flight of three hours
zoom by in no time. Now that’s a fun read.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.