Ok, Campers, just an update I'm sure all of you are dying to receive.
First,
there's this fluid coming down out of the sky, and having lived in Central
and West Texas most of my life, I've never had a reason to spend the
effort to discern what it is and why it happens.
But,
having moved to College Station (Home of the Texas A&M Aggies.
Whoop! I never understood that, but learned that not doing that greeting
correctly can get you a non-smiling reaction).
Sorry,
I digressed. Having moved to College Station, we have found that the
fluid coming out of the sky could, IMHO, float Noah's Ark. I believe it’s called “Rain”!
Such
is the case as I write this posting. Mrs. J treated me to an "Out to
breakfast" date at a restaurant we had only been to once before. Most
Excellent! Just in case you're interested, it's name is "Another Broken Egg". Highly recommended.
Back on the story, juvat!
On Story, Aye, Fearless Leader!
So we're headed out to perform our tasks that the Emperors (aka the Horses ) require daily. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
No
Beans, Not Santa and his Reindeer. No, a Downpour that in the course
of a few seconds brought the visibility down to a matter of double digit
feet.
Holy
Moley. Suffice it to say, Mrs J, being the driver*, slowed down
significantly. Fortunately, so did the other drivers. But, as we
approached the decision point (head to the stables to muck in the muck or head to the hacienda and write this post).
Guess which option won out.
So,
I know that discussion of Rainfall in Texas will entertain all y'all to
no end. But, our lawn is green and ready for mowing and it's only the
11th of March. Some of you, and you know who you are, are still
shoveling that white stuff off your sidewalks.
Enough about the weather, juvat!
No Weather discussion, Aye, Tuna,
As
to progress on the current project we're facing. The blueprints have
been revised with several improvements that the various people, who know
houses and the plans to build them, recommended.
No, Beans, I'm not in that group. I just follow Mrs J around and say two things. "Yes, Dear" and "Build it the way she said."
That
last one is not quite accurate. Our builder knows what he's doing and
what he says to Mrs J she usually OK's, sometimes there's compromise,
but they get along. So, I tend to keep my mouth closed.
But,
the video below is what the house will look like. I thought this was a pretty
cool method for the architect to show his plans with an understandable method. Blue prints don't trigger my brain's interpretation of the
outcome very well.
So, here it is. Enjoy
Peace out, y'all
*Still not allowed to drive. However.....I have an appointment on Thursday with my Cardiologist. If he says my Heart is beating properly, well, watch out. I haven't driven in 5 months but, that's not going to stop me. Bwahh ha ha!
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