Category: Indulgence

  • Music is a puppeteer pulling my strings, making me laugh, cry, sing, dance. There are songs that whisk me into the past, songs that soothe my fears, songs that lift my spirits, songs that inspire me, encourage me, give me hope. I'm just a feather blown this way and that by the melodies and words.…

  • Finding just what you've been looking for at a price you can afford on Craig's List. Tom must have realized I was never going to give up on my dream of a library. I'm sure he was just as tired of seeing dozens of boxes of books lining the downstairs walls as I was frustrated…

  • Frenzy is my word of the week, (where's my copy of Pearl Jam's song Just Breathe?) so please forgive me if this post seems a little harried and unorganized. If it jumps around a bit, it's just a reflection of my life right now, hopscotching from one project to the next in haphazard order. Tom…

  • I think I've mentioned this before – I'm a book addict. I have boxes and boxes of books stacked in the boys' rooms downstairs, waiting for the library Tom has promised me  (and promised me… and promised me…) (Okay, in his defense, he built this whole house … even finished out my closet while he…

  •   What do you get when you mix a Hootenanny with a 50th birthday party? A Hawaii-Hootenanny 5-0! And Saturday night Tom and I were lucky enough to attend one for Liane, Ms. Hootenanny, herself. What's a Hootenanny? Here's the official description from its Meet-Up site: "These open jam sessions are open to all musicians at…

  • Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.  ~Voltaire   Texas has a lot of vineyards and wineries. I bet some of you didn't know that! We noticed one outside of Wimberley named Driftwood and decided to drop in on our…

  • I wanted to be Tarzan when I was little. I'd sit in the livingroom on Saturday afternoons watching Johnny Weismuller swing from tree to tree on those vines, and then poof! I was in that jungle myself, way up in a tree, grabbing hold of a vine and swinging high above the ground to the…

  • After a rowdy, adventurous beginning, Spring Break opted to slow things down with a hammock-napping final weekend. (Just a figure of speech – our hammock met its demise, with the help of Belle, last spring or so. I need to remind Tom to put that on his Craig's List, um, list.) So we didn't actually…

  • While I sit here typing away on my computer, throngs of people are converging on city streets (including Austin's) eating, drinking, and getting all of that rowdy, overindulgent behavior out of their systems, because tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, and for the next 6 weeks they'll be pure as hermit monks……

  • Growing up in Texas, my memories of tea don't involve delicate cups and saucers, but instead revolve around Mama's fresh brewed sweet tea, served ice cold in tall jelly glasses. The only thing I drank hot from a cup was coffee or hot chocolate, and any knowledge of "tea time" came from one of my…