Today was great! This morning I got up really early and did my morning chores and then at nine o'clock I left the rescue ranch to go meet my sister in Dripping Springs, so we could go to the Old Oaks Ranch in Wimberley, to check it out, because we have heard such great things about it.
The minute we pulled into the Old Oaks Ranch and saw the awesome Sculpture Garden, on the left, with cascading waterfalls with the beautiful Alpacas casually grazing in pastures that surrounded us—we knew we were in for a real treat, because the place had incredibly great, good vibrations.
When we entered the beautifully decorated, peaceful place, with all kinds of beautifully colored yarns and fabrics for sale—we couldn't wait to tour it. Even though the store was packed with women taking a knitting class and shoppers picking out yarns, we were greeted by a warm, friendly woman, who immediately gave us a tour.
When we saw the weaving looms, of all sizes, the good vibrations got even better, because my sister and I were interested in the looms. And when we started asking prices of the looms the lady gave us a hands-on demonstration on a smaller loom for beginners. And I am proud to say, "Cindy and I did a good job weaving about a quarter of an inch."
An hour later we said goodbye to the friendly ladies and walked out with an inexpensive, tabletop loom, which is about two-steps above the loom used for making pot-holders—like we all made, for our mothers, back in elementary school and were so proud of. Then we took off for Wimberley Square, the art and music district, to eat lunch and that turned out to be pretty funny.
The first restaurant we went to was packed inside and out, so we went outside and found several unoccupied tables, but we couldn't sit there, because they had signs on them that read: "Reserved For Sippers Only," so we laughed and made jokes about what a sipper was, and then we went and found the last table on the patio and sat down and that's when we became invisible for a while, as we laughed and watched a cute, extremely overweight Pug walking around the tables—begging for food.
When we became visible, our super busy, young, sweet waitress came to our table and apologized for not seeing us and then she asked us what we wanted to drink and in unison we answered, "Tea, please. So she dashed off and quickly returned with giant glasses of iced tea. Then she asked us what we wanted to eat and I said, "I'll have the Special, please."
"Oh, I'm sorry. We just ran out of it. Do you want me to come back in a minute, so you can reread the menu?" And Cindy and I smiled and said, "Yes." A minute later the nice waitress returned to our table to take our order once again.
"I'll have the chicken fried steak, please," I ordered.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I should have told you, but I forgot. We just ran out of that, too. And those are the only two things that we have run out of. I should have told you. I really am..."
"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to make her feel okay, because it was really no big deal to us at all and then she suggested that we go across the street to a "little pricier restaurant" and told us that the tea was on her. She was so sweet and sincere we thanked her for the tea and took her advice and we walked across the street and enjoyed a delicious meal together.
I arrived safely back at the rescue ranch and was happily greeted by T. and our dogs, a little past five o'clock, and it felt good to finally be back home. I really enjoyed seeing my sister and today has been a lot of fun and Cindy and I have decided to sign up for a couple of one-on-one weaving lessons from a weaving master and I can't wait to weave another tale or spin one with my sister.
Y'all have a great evening.
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