We said Happy Anniversary yesterday. We got married in Austin and spent that New Year's with Dellene and Willie Nelson at Austin City Limits. Year one found us in Paris; year two in Germany with Xavier and Nicole; year three in Padre Island and years four, five and six in Celestun. Year seven, here we are at Hartung Street. Happy Anniversary Baby!
Welcome 2021! We started the day by reading Dave Barry. His EOY recaps tend to get a bit long but I always enjoy them. This year's was particularly poignant; I particularly liked his month of "Marbril" -- yes, it did rather all run together. Something in his writing reminded me of the artwork on the Houston Yellow Pages when I was growing up. No one will appreciate this reference except Dellene I guess but that too is okay.
You can bet your sweet patoot we had black-eyed peas and greens. No way I am leaving that to chance! Texas Caviar and a spinach dip were followed by a fillet topped with crab stuffed shrimp. I tried a new recipe for Melting Potatoes -- its keeper. Pretty darned good eats!
Erich and his kids came to town. He stayed with Jordan and his family since they've all had vaccines and or the virus. I made more cinnamon rolls since Erich had missed out on the Christmas baking. Sadly, these weren't quite done and they sunk in the center. Very sad. Justin went over to visit one evening. Jordan has set up his garage with his kegerator and party lights for appropriately distanced gatherings throughout the winter; I stayed with the all too familiar driveway visits.
I don't typically make resolutions and I certainly don't think anything I write is profound but some day down the road when I go back to read this diary missive, I hope I remember the Heroes for our time -- the health care providers, the police and fire fighters, the grocery store clerks, the garbage collectors -- all the front line workers. I hope our attempts at wearing masks, trying to stay safe and patiently waiting for the vaccine have payed off. I hope we are not relegated to drive-way visits and that we can enjoy live music and order a drink at a restaurant. I haven’t eaten off anyone else’s dishes since March when we were in Mexico. I don't think I have EVER gone this long without travelling somewhere--anywhere. Certainly I never stayed in one place this long since I joined DoDDS in 1988. I hope I still make bread and enjoy putzing around the house and going for walks. I hope to get back to a day when I can worry about jury duty. I hope to get back to a day when politics is boring and Black Lives Matter is way of thinking and behaving and so much more than a phrase of the day. I hope to get back to a day when science matters. I hope to get back to a day when I can have friends and family over for dinner ... and hug them!
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