Fourth!

Today has been great, because I more or less took the morning off, to stop, shoot and smell the beautiful wildflowers that Tony planted for me, a while back. Here are a couple of my shots.

Because I was feeling a little guilty about not helping T. with the morning chores, I treated him to lunch, in Kerrville, before we ran a few errands.

After lunch, while I was standing in line at the Post Office I heard a man half-holler, "Hey, there's Reverend Cousin Nancy!" So, I turned around and saw this tall, dressed up cowboy, about twenty feet away, walking towards me and then I realized it was our dear friend Fourth—then I immediately started blushing, because everyone in the Post Office, including the postal people, were staring at me and smiling and most likely wondering, "Who the heck is Reverend Cousin Nancy?"

After Fourth and I had hugged each other, we visited for a couple of minutes. When Fourth and I adios-ed each other and he had walked away to go retrieve his mail, there was a gentle tap on my right shoulder, so I turned around to see who it was. "I'm sorry to bother you, Reverend Cousin Nancy? When I overheard your friend call you reverend and since I'm new in town," a shy, young woman, probably in her early thirties, says to me, "anyway, since you are a reverend, I was wondering if you could help me out and recommend a good summer vacation Bible school for my children to attend."

(I couldn't help but chuckle and think to myself, "Why me, Lord? It seems that every time that I come into this particular post office something weird always happens to me." Then if He would have answered me back, He would have probably said, "It's Fourth's fault.")

"Yes, I just became a reverend, but I can't really help you out, because I only marry and bury people." As I walked away to go up to the counter to mail my package—she looked more than confused and Tony and I laughed about it all of the way home.

This afternoon Carol called me and she was laughing when she jokingly said, "I read your blog about Tony saying your Freata was so much better than my Frittata, so please tell Mr. T. that the next time y'all come over here to eat, tell him I said—BYOL, bring your own lunch kit, if he wants anything to eat over here." And that is about it for tonight.

Y'all have a great evening!