Raise your hand if you have some bumpy memories of high school. Most of us do. Some year’s back, I toured Lubbock all alone and managed to make peace with some hot spots in my memory. These days, I actually enjoy the city.
We are in Lubbock for two days visiting old friends. This is the time of year we migrate north to Minnesota to escape the Texas heat that scorches my bald spots. And I thought the Mystery Woman might benefit from a little character development as I had. Turns out, catharsis is not a family trait. She is a reluctant time traveler and doesn’t find much solace up here on the High Plains, thank you very much.
So far, not much has gone right. Just before we left Austin, I had oral surgery. The dog got diagnosed with a disc problem. And the right rear window in the van began to rattle.
What else can go wrong?
Ring. Ring. As we checked in, it was my brother with the cheery news that winds of 55 miles per hour are forecast this afternoon. Flatlanders know that means SANDSTORM.
I think I’ll go buy her flowers.