Category Archives: austin
Last December I had something happen to me in a grocery store that had never happened to me before. Or to anyone I know, for that matter. It was just a few days before Christmas and Banjo Man and I … Continue reading
I’m taking a break from assembling casseroles for Christmas morning breakfast. I don’t know when that became a tradition in our family, but it had something to do with trying to get some food in my children in between the … Continue reading
One of our favorite blues men, Johnny Nicholas, was playing at our favorite bar, the Saxon Pub, last night. Will and I planned to be there. Of course. Johnny no longer does the Wednesday Happy Hour, so when he does appear … Continue reading
Will and I decided to do something a little different Sunday afternoon, so we headed north to the Austin Antique Mall. You never know what you’re going to find. How about a handknit clock? I wished these boots were my size. … Continue reading
It is raining lightly this morning, something folks in Austin never seem to mind. No flash flooding, no tropical storms or wind. Just a calm little rainy morning, overcast and gray. I am going to fill the crock pot with … Continue reading
We headed out of our hotel at 4 AM Wednesday. Banjo Man was very, very unhappy with the weight of our luggage. He said so many, many times. His suitcase was heavy, too. Banjo Man’s initial statement of, “My suitcase … Continue reading
We can’t go to Austin without having a meal where Will works “in the pit”. So here are some pictures of Will working hard. That meat smoking business? It’s serious in Texas.
We’re home, we’re cold (it’s 20 degrees this morning) and we’re a tiny bit weary. But boy, did we have fun. Our 3 1/2 hour layover in D.C. was spent at a restaurant we’d tried before, on December 31’s return … Continue reading
I’m not a bleacher fan and didn’t go prepared with cushions or portable back rests, but Banjo Man and I sat for SEVEN HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES on a metal bench at Threadgill’s backyard on Saturday. Even though we arrived … Continue reading
It was Friday afternoon. I was thirsty. My grandson was nowhere around. The music was fabulous. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.