Thursday, August 11, 2011

AA Meeting! or Not Into Drugs!

The last few days have been a little bit crazy for me because of Mercury in retrograde. This past Tuesday my dear friend Reverend Analea Rawson drove down from Austin to spend the day with us and we enjoyed her fun visit so much.

When it was time for her to head back to Austin she pulled a sack out of the back of her pickup and handed me a present and it was so cool—it blew me away. "I bought this in an auction especially for you, Nancy," Analea said. "There is this artist that has become very popular and his name is Esteban and he makes these. He has come up with several new saints and given them names with a scroll attached at the bottom with a story why he considers them saints. They are all signed and numbered. See? This one is called, "San I Jus Do" and it is number 86 of 1500."


"Oh Analea, I love this! Thank you so much. Look, Tone."

As T. admired it, I removed the scroll and read it aloud. "Analea, I really do love this. Thank you so  very much..." After hugs, she climbed into her truck and bid us adios and we adios-ed her back and then Analea drove away in a cloud of dust, because our dirt has now turned into a fine powder—thanks to the drought.


Yesterday was a little hectic thanks to my non-friend Merc. It seemed what could go wrong would go wrong or get mighty close to it. All day long my computer acted up, the printer had several anxiety attacks while I tracked Tony's (the driver from Austin) transport of Blackie and Alfie to Boston with Deborah, up in New York state and Eileen, in Kerrtown on the Internet and it was difficult for me because our Internet server kept dropping our wi-fi signal, so by the end of the day—I was exhausted, semi-depressed, nerves frazzled and more than a little bit frustrated. 

So, in the early evening I took it all out on Tony and we had our AA meeting—"Annual Argument" meeting, which I prefer to call our "Yearly Discussion," because I am a Libra and we Libras don't argue—we discuss. So, by the time I normally sit down and write my evening post for my blog—I felt bad and was not in the mood because enough words had already been said earlier.

Today has been a great day thank goodness. This morning when I got up I discovered that Tony had written me a beautiful love letter and he had put it in front of Mr. Coffee, so I would be sure and see it and it truly touched my heart and made me smile. I love that man.

Before T. returned home from the Old Timer I had walked four miles with Leslie and had cooked him his favorite, special breakfast which he said he loved. Then we went outside and did our chores.

When I came inside to get cleaned up, Deborah left me an exciting message at 11:08, while I was showering, "We have the dogs at last and Blackie and Alfie are fine. We are heading back to New York state with them now..." and I was so thrilled with her news, but I was disappointed that I had missed her important phone call, so I jumped on the Internet so I could send Eileen the good news about Deborah and Susan having our precious cargo in their possession, but I was too late, because when I checked my e-mail Eileen had just sent me an e, "They have the dogs! Tony just sent me a text! Yippee!..." So, I shot her back a  happy note about Deborah's phone call that I had missed.

While I was cooking our lunch a Fed Ex truck drove in and our dogs cranked up barking—it was Tony's birthday present, the professional camera holster, that I had gotten for him for his birthday and T. was so thrilled with it—I shot him in the hallway.


Late this afternoon Trigger took us to Kerrville so we could pick up Gus, our beautiful, Black Lab mix that we adopted out a few months ago, to be trained to be a "cell phone finder dog" in prisons, because Gus was no longer interested in searching out and touching someone with an illegal cell phone. "Cousin Nancy, we are sick about having to return Gus to y'all," Robert said, while we talked in the Walmart parking lot. "Gus is one great dog and he is very smart, but he lost interest which is very common. We love this dog so much that we decided a few weeks ago not to give up on him so we decided to try to train him as a drug dog instead, but like cell phones—Gus is not into drugs or want anything to do with them. But, the good thing now is that he is so well trained you should be able to adopt him out really quick..."

When we got home Lois Lane, his old roommate, was so happy to see Gus and him her, that Tony could hardly control the excited dogs as he returned Gus to his old digs with Lois.

Early this evening Kinky called, "Nance, Frank, my good friend from Colorado is here and would it be okay for us to come over there and have a picnic with Toto and the rest of your dogs?" Needless to say, five minutes later I introduced myself to Frank, as Kinky opened up packages of lunch meat, on the breakfast bar, to feed to Toto and our dogs. "Cousin Nancy, we've met before, but it was years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Frank," I apologized. "My memory ain't what it used to be..."

"I totally understand. I'm fifty-nine," Frank said, followed by a laugh. "When I met you I was over here and you played back for me, a missed phone call from Emmylou Harris. And it was totally awesome and I will never forget it and..."

Following a fun "Kinky Picnic" inside the trailer, because it was over a 100 degrees outside on the front porch with Toto, as Mama (Mamajello), Abbie (Hoffman) and Belle Starr-Simons as Toto's guests, we started talking about photography after they had viewed T.'s Photo Hallway Gallery and then Frank and I started talkin' Apple, because he works for Apple and one hour later they adios-ed us and they went back over to the Lodge.

And that is about it for the last three days. Dean, I hope you have had a great birthday and we cannot wait to meet you in person.

Y'all have a great evening and please keep praying for rain for us, because rumor has it that we might get some much needed rain tonight. Please keep your fingers crossed for us.

3 comments:

Mari of the NoMads said...

I MUST know more about Esteban! Where can I find information other than the rather graphic ADULT site that came up when I tried a search engine for Esteban, the artist. YIKES!

Do you have his full name or any other identifying data?

cousin nancy said...

Hi Mari. What I wrote is all that I know, but I will contact Analea to see if she can tell me more. I love mine.

Mari of the NoMads said...

I will be sitting here at the computer test clicking on 'refresh' until I hear from you.....

Ok, so I'll take maybe a FEW breaks while waiting......;)