Yes! Cindy is happier than I have seen her since the first clusterflockstock. We left Dallas on Saturday and will be back Tuesday. The weather is lovely here, and we have not encountered a single person who was anything but delightful. We even encountered a few people speaking with each other about religious matters, and it didn’t peeve us at all like it often does in Dallas. These people seemed to have authentic feelings and concerns. At a cafe, an elderly pastor got so engrossed in his talk with two ladies that he tipped his hat and left without paying. When the lady who runs the place saw that he had done so, she just laughed and told everybody, and we all laughed. This is a great place, and being here is a great way to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary.
Carole, I haven’t the slightest idea about the donkeys. This was/is a friend of my friend Lee. Someone who moved to Marfa years ago. Someone Lee had known from wayback days in Dallas. Lee and I did not go visit the friend when we traveled to Marfa (although Lee had tracked her down and called on her a year or two earlier, merely by asking at a local diner). Lee did not want to ring up her friend on account of Lee and I planned to go look for the Marfa lights (which we saw). Lee feared her friend would mock her.
Thank you for the good wishes, y’all. Tomorrow is our actual annivesary, and we’ll spend it driving home on Route 67. Happy.
We aren’t going to buy a place in Marfa until we’ve sold our house in Dallas and are fully retired. (Life has made us kind of goosey; we’ll believe it when we see it.) But we would never buy anything but adobe. That’s part of the appeal of this place. That and about a million other things.
Happy anniversary! I went online and researched the Marfa lights. There are lights like that in North Carolina that were seen before cars and trains started going through the area. So there.
When If you buy the house in Marfa maybe you could board some rescue donkeys. They are fun to ride.
Tell him to go look, Rick! That’s right, the Brown Mountain lights. I’ve not seen them either. But they sound like the Marfa lights, sort of, even though the terrain would have to be very different. All sorts of oddness in mountains. And swamps. We lived at the edge of a woods that had a blackwater swamp. There were strange glow-y things out there.
Damn. Are you guys there now?
Yes! Cindy is happier than I have seen her since the first clusterflockstock. We left Dallas on Saturday and will be back Tuesday. The weather is lovely here, and we have not encountered a single person who was anything but delightful. We even encountered a few people speaking with each other about religious matters, and it didn’t peeve us at all like it often does in Dallas. These people seemed to have authentic feelings and concerns. At a cafe, an elderly pastor got so engrossed in his talk with two ladies that he tipped his hat and left without paying. When the lady who runs the place saw that he had done so, she just laughed and told everybody, and we all laughed. This is a great place, and being here is a great way to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary.
Now all y’all need is to find my friend-of-a-friend who looks after “rescue donkeys.”
Shelia, where do these people find their rescue donkeys?
Oh, congratulations, y’all. 30 years!
Big congratulations! (Find something stucco if you can.)
Better than stucco: Gen-yoo-ine adobe. Thick walls. Bid farewell to mechanical air conditioning.
But y’all know that.
Carole, I haven’t the slightest idea about the donkeys. This was/is a friend of my friend Lee. Someone who moved to Marfa years ago. Someone Lee had known from wayback days in Dallas. Lee and I did not go visit the friend when we traveled to Marfa (although Lee had tracked her down and called on her a year or two earlier, merely by asking at a local diner). Lee did not want to ring up her friend on account of Lee and I planned to go look for the Marfa lights (which we saw). Lee feared her friend would mock her.
Happy 30th, y’all!
Thank you for the good wishes, y’all. Tomorrow is our actual annivesary, and we’ll spend it driving home on Route 67. Happy.
We aren’t going to buy a place in Marfa until we’ve sold our house in Dallas and are fully retired. (Life has made us kind of goosey; we’ll believe it when we see it.) But we would never buy anything but adobe. That’s part of the appeal of this place. That and about a million other things.
I am so happy.
Happy anniversary! I went online and researched the Marfa lights. There are lights like that in North Carolina that were seen before cars and trains started going through the area. So there.
When If you buy the house in Marfa maybe you could board some rescue donkeys. They are fun to ride.
I love that place… and the environs. A “real” place with dimensions and contours, so unlike urban-sprawl.
Cece, Danny’s in North Carolina tonight. I don’t remember the town. I can’t imagine he’ll see lights other than the city’s.
I know CeCe’s talking about those Brown Mountain lights outside Morganton.
Tell him to go look, Rick! That’s right, the Brown Mountain lights. I’ve not seen them either. But they sound like the Marfa lights, sort of, even though the terrain would have to be very different. All sorts of oddness in mountains. And swamps. We lived at the edge of a woods that had a blackwater swamp. There were strange glow-y things out there.
Boogers and such.