Courthouses, History, Celebrity, and Texas Charm

Texas has some cool architecture. Many of these beautiful courthouses were built by the German and Czech immigrants that came for the Land grants given by the Republic of Texas to attract new citizenry for the newly formed Country between 1836-1856.

This is the courthouse in Glen Rose, Texas. There is a rumor that John Wilkes Booth escaped from Washington, DC after he assassinated President Abraham Lincoln. He was secreted to Texas by confederate sympathizers and became John St. Helen and lived in Glen Rose right behind this courthouse, and in near by Granbury, TX. On his death bed John St. Helen confessed to being Booth, and gave his confessor directions to the hiding place of the weapon he used to kill Lincoln.

The odd connection I have with John Wilkes Booth is through my ex-husband whose grandmother was one of Booth’s nieces. So technically, my oldest son is loosely related to the Assassin through his great grandmother.

This is the Courthouse in the happening burg of Granbury, TX. Granbury was where the widow of Davey Crockett ended up. The Republic of Texas awarded Elizabeth Patton Crockett and her son Robert Crockett a substantial land grant for Crockett’s participation in the battle at the Alamo. It’s one of the towns still left with Confederate statues for the founder of Granbury a Confederate Brigadier General Hiram Granbury.

This is a part of Texas that is so beautiful. Rolling hills, cedar and oak, vineyards, cattle, and of course these little towns that hold history and charm that is uniquely Texas.

Good for your soul

Happy Wednesday!

March is dwindling fast.

2018 is 1/4 gone already.

Spring is springing in most places.

Before the week is done, do something that makes your soul happy. Do something good for you.

For some of us, this means being quiet.

For some of us this means getting away.

For others it means doing something for someone else.

Whatever feeds your soul, and is good for you take a little time and do that.

What feeds your soul?

Here’s one I’d never seen

Strolling down the square in downtown Glen Rose, I saw a sign in the window of the local Chinese restaurant.

This was a first for me. Not sure what to think.

What dishes do you think they trade for the bass?

The anniversary.

24 Roses for 24 years. Such a simple and sweet gesture.

I’ve always appreciated my husband’s sincerity, generosity, and kindness. He knows that it has always been the little things that have made the biggest difference over the years. I am a very blessed woman to have a man like him.

24 years, pretty cool huh?


Sunday’s are mostly the best day of the week for me.

Working through the weekdays, chores and shopping on Saturday, with some exercise thrown in, then Sunday.

Sunday used to be very busy too especially when I was volunteering at church, I’d be there all day.

Now Sunday is rest, reflection, and maybe some time with friends. A little cooking if I have to get the meal planning started for the boys.

My favorite Sunday is to enjoy my clean home, curl up with a book and the dogs, maybe watch a movie.

I’m so grateful for the time to just be still.

Image found on Pinterest. There is an image credit there, but I can’t read it through the lace.

Self pity

Image from Pinterest via Live Purposefully Now.

It’s an odd season, and I find myself unusually irritated. So the only thing I know to do now, is to get back to Gratitude.

Happy Friday everyone! Hope your day is amazing.

Northers, Lord of the Ring, and Taxes

Norther blew in and the temp dropped 20 degrees and started raining.

So I gathered up my income tax file, receipts, et al and started trudging through the taxes.

I gave up when I realized that I’m still missing a K1.

With the wind whistling outside, what could be better than a little Lord of the Rings.

Some days, you just have to find a spot on the couch with the dog, and a blanket, and some good old movies.

Windy night on the island

Galveston Island is a different sort of place.

It is beachy, homey, southern, industrial, and very windy.

I traveled to Galveston yesterday, and it was a stormy spring day. Galveston didn’t disappoint. The wind was epic, and sung to me all night long.

It moved the pool furniture across the deck of the hotel pool, and whistled around the 4th floor.

The thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed.

So instead of sleeping, I listened to the wind, whistle and moan.

The photos I took couldn’t capture what I was feeling, but I did find this on Pinterest.

Wind on the beach can be brutal, destructive, and quite impressive.

March is coming in like a lion. I hope we get the lamb weather soon.

A Cleaning Frenzy Saturday

I had a plan today. Get up, shred the expired important documents, empty and wash out the refrigerators, laundry, and grocery store to restock . I had tax returns from 2002, and lots of old financial records that were just taking up space.

The shredding took on a life of its own. 16 years of taxes, 5 very large garbage bags later, I had a filing cabinet cleaned out. Along the way I found old photos that had found their way into old files, a journal from 1990 that documented my divorce, so it was a bit like a treasure hunt. Little bits of our past showing themselves at odd moments. I even found a photo proof from my college graduation, of course I had to order by August of 1987….I might be a tad late.

After the shredding, I took on the small fridge in the laundry room that we keep extras in. Extra milk, bottles of water, beer, wine, defrosting meat, veggies, et al. Then onto the main fridge, and all the nooks and crannies are now all swept clean, wiped down, and refreshed.

Spring cleaning, it refreshes, and sweeps out the old gray of winter. I’m ready for the spring veggies, and every good thing.

It’s hard for me to dig through so much of the past, and let the past lie. The past, like the greedy winter likes to suck me back into the darkness. The future is very bright, I’ve got to stay focused on it.

Cleaning the house requires repetition, but I can’t say that I can say that it’s insanity. It’s one of those maintenance activities that actually makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. I’ve loved on my home. I’ve done something for my family. Cleaning is just one of those maintenance items that I do, I’ve just never found a service that can do the same kind of job that I do myself.

So now that the day is almost done, and I’m tired from a good day’s work, I’m getting a lovely glass of wine and putting my feet up.

Goals, no matter how small, mundane, or insignificant, when they are accomplished it is a great feeling.