Today, we start the uphill trek to the tundra. We are leaving Texas for the better summer weather in Minnesota. If the storms across the mid-west will let us pass.
To my friends in Austin, I promise I’ll repay you when we come back next winter. To my friends in Minnesota, don’t lend me any money.
We had a fun Farewell Tour of dinner and drinks with old college friends. Lots of friends. Lots of drinks. Later, when I stop blushing, I’ll explain my side of the story about what caused me to fall out of my chair and tump onto the floor at the restaurant. Some say it was the cheap white wine. I say I was reaching for my senior discount card and gravity took control. Big laughs at my expense. Big tip for the waitress, you bet.
The Lunch with Cousins was one of my favorites. The food was heavenly. Cooked as only people from the Greatest Generation know how. Did I mention they are Old School? They tolerate me nicely but I can tell the jury is still out.
Leaving is always tough, whether in Minneapolis or Austin. The Mystery Woman has 30 years of history up north; I have a lifetime in Austin. We are fortunate to have found two cities that nourish each of us. Virginia, her 86-year-old mother, loves the road. She has been packed for a week.
I’ll miss my kids and grandchildren. That’s the hardest part. With the Internet and cheap minutes, they are just clicks away. But it’s knowing that we could put hands on in a hurry if we wanted to. You understand.
And I’ll miss the robust foods in Texas. Not just Tex-Mex, everything has more flavor in Texas. Everything changes when we cross the border into Kansas. This time, I’m sneaking two jars of chow-chow in our luggage. Wonder what it will do for walleye?
This season, we have tenants for our Texas condos: an older couple from China in one and an old pal and his two teenagers in the other.
Blog postings may suffer while we travel the next four or five days. But somehow, comic adventure always seems to find us. I think we’re magnetized.
Cue the theme from Rawhide.