Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

quiet Saturday

Faced with the choice of waking my spouse at dawn and foregoing the opportunity to be driven across the city to pick up my car in time for me to head to another city for dulcimer club, I chose to let my wife sleep in.

We stopped by the neighborhood coffee shop, Coffee Dreams, where she is on first name basis with the owner, and I am only on a first-name basis with the terms "hot chocolate and banana nut muffin".

She dropped me at my office, where I paused to write and mail a letter prior to heading off to lunch. I stopped at the Spring Creek Barbecue, which was unusually busy.

I saw many women wearing pink hats, apparently commemorating the Sweet Potato Bug Queen or some similar author. The poetry in audacity always spellbinds in Texas. Apparently, the bugettes stalled out at Outback Steakhouse in a scheduling snafu, electing to descend like cicada on my favorite Garland barbecue stand.

I ate my "half chicken, no sauce" while reading a biography of Helen Hayes I got at the used booksale last weekend. Then I headed up Highway 78 past Sachse and Wylie, to Lake Lavon. I wanted to see if the dam road was still closed. It was, but much of the cool fishing area formerly closed had re-opened. I toured about a bit, making a mental note to return with tackle.

I came home, and took our dog Teddie for a walk (our other dog, Scout, really isn't up for long walks anymore). We circled the pond, where I watched the mosquito fish dart among the algal masses.

I read a book about the Japanese faith Soka Gakkai, which book did not in the main appeal to me. Then I watched television, and sat thinking about the need to retune my dulcimer. The heat is like late July heat, oppressive and yet somehow wonderful.

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