Texas Tales

Just a few things that have happened here in Texas since we arrived.

We’ve been hanging out with family, of course. My seven year old grandson made this-What I will do before I turn 100. Maybe they are trying to teach them about growing up. He wants to get a pet and get kids, along with getting married. He has beautiful hair with a lot of red in it. One day he looked at me and said, “I have hair like you, Mimi”. I started to tell him about our Irish heritage when the oldest grandson said, “Her hair is dyed!” So much for family secrets.
The other night they asked me what introvert and extrovert mesnt. I told them and then pulled up a short test to determine which you were. While the oldest took the test his brother sat next to him watching his answers and would say when he saw an answer, “That’s not true!” Which made me laugh. We all ended up taking the test and then taking the test for someone else. Maurice, for instance, didn’t think he was near the introvert that I did. It just goes to show that we see each other differently than others see us. Plus, I think we are all parts of all sorts of characteristics, not wholly one thing or another. It was just fun to see what my grandsons thought.

This says, Eat something you never tried before. It was in the fortune cookie at a chinese place we tried. Maurice is not a fan of oriental food. He doesn’t like the sauces in chinese food calling it “soupy” but will eat fried rice and egg roles. Anyway, we were looking for one of those chinese buffet places that he used to know but couldn’t find it. He liked it because you could see what everything was right before you and not have to chose it blind. There were Chinese people entering a place we found which I thought was a good sign so we went in, Maurice reluntantly. They had twice cooked pork which is usually a safe choice but our waitress who must have arrived in the States about a week ago kept saying what sounded like bacon. She opened the menu and pointed to a dish with bacon so Maurice ordered it while I picked shrimp in garlic sauce. Maurice’s dish arrived full of slices of bacon that looked like they had been boiled, very unappetizing looking. I called the manager over (I often handle things here in the States like this as Maurice’s French accent can make it difficult according to him. I, of course, totally understand, having the same experiences in France with my bad accent) and told her he couldn’t eat it. She sais it was a very common meal in China but let him order something else and he chose my shrimp dish which turned out to be full of vegetables in a too hot sauce and, of course, “soupy”. He didn’t like the hot and sour soup before it and only ate the egg roll, the rice and the shrimp. In all, not a good meal. It was too hot for me too. He got the fortune in the fortune cookie as shown which made me laugh. I so wish he liked oriental or thai food as much as I do but you can’t have everything.

Maurice and I continue to walk around Town Lake although not really well. Maurice has arthritis in his knees but keeps plugging along and I hurt a knee doing the warrior pose in an easy yoga class at the senior center. I haven’t been to a doctor but have been going to a pilates guy who thinks he can help but I’m wondering if I should go see a doctor. I just hate to pay for it and the probable MRI that will be ordered when I know it will be mostly paid for in France. My mother had a knee injury years ago and can now hardly walk as she had nothing done. We will see.

I didn’t get a photo and I wish I had, but a baby possum (oppossum) got into our bedroom and we had to figure out what to do. Luckily, it didn’t move real quickly like a mouse. Finally, Maurice got a broom to force it towards me and then I covered it with a plastic bowl, pushed the bowl across the floor-glad there was no carpet- and then out the front door where the possum took off across the lawn. Maurice woke up in the middle of the night, turned a lamp on and looked around the room for another one. I think it was just a one time thing. Let’s hope so.

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