Get your own door!

I love manners. Please, Thank you, Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, how can I help you.

It melts me. Kindness and respect begetting kindness and respect.

I can’t tell you the number of times, when I’ve been hurrying along, high heels clicking, bags in tow, hurrying to a meeting, airport, or any function, and a kind gentleman, old, young, in between holds the door. It stops me every time. This kind person is waiting to give me a small kindness, a gentle assistance, a simple gesture of respect. The simple “I See You” an acknowledgment of one’s existence.

I LOVE MEN WHO ARE GENTLEMEN!  There I’ve said it.  It’s the girliest thing to me, but when a man, acts like a gentleman and holds open the door, it’s one of my favorite things.

Manners don’t stop at gender, if someone is coming your way, hold the elevator, hold the door, acknowledge another human beings existence.  It’s why we are here.

I’m happy to say, I’ve given, and I’ve received these kindnesses, and I get a good laugh when people crap on them, and get their own comeuppance.

Iconic Texan

I’ve mentioned before that I have a buddy whose family had the responsibility of Wild Life management on the King Ranch. He’s all things quintessential Texas to me.

He posts things from time to time that really makes me smile.

Bandera, TX is the Cowboy Capital of Texas. It still has horse hitches, and an great historic downtown area.

My buddy posted this pic on Facebook today, so I had to snag it. So many people have this image of Texas. I’m glad we still live up to it, even if it’s just in those little towns like Bandera.

When was the last time?

This has been on my mind quite a bit.

When was the last time I’ve done something for the first time?  Well, I’m not at the beginning of my journey, but my journey isn’t finished yet.  I’m sure there is plenty out there.

Maybe I’m wanting to race to the ocean shore?  Love the beauty of the ocean.

We’ve never been vacationer’s.  We will go 15 years without a week away.  We’ll escape for weekends, but in the last 4 years, we haven’t gone anywhere for more than 2 days.

Maybe I’m thinking about the next win a work?  I love my job.

Maybe I’m thinking about embracing the best version of myself?  I’m about as me as I can be?

I surprised myself when I saw the Bee Keeper Barbie.  The feelings it evoked reminded me, I still have a very girly, youthful side to me.  Maybe I can embrace things I’ve lost?

There’s a lot that I still want to be.

I want to be beautiful…..Really wanted and desired by my husband.  When he walks in the door and sees me, I want him to be so happy that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

If we can be that couple who still holds hands and flirts for the next 25 years, that will be just fine.  But I’d like a sex life that would be the thing of legend.

I want to be a great friend.  When my gal pals reach out, and remind me what part I play in our dynamic, it’s empowering.  I want to have great friends around me.

I want to be a great mom.  My boys are grown, and we are developing a great new relationships.  I want them to always want me around.

I want to be a great Wendy.  Fierce, loving, creative, intelligent, and all things good.

I’d like to do things for the first time.  New adventures await.  My story isn’t done yet.

A favorite found on You Tube

Willow, a Ron Howard film from 1988 was one of my favorites.

I had a hankering to watch it, and couldn’t find it anywhere except You Tube.

Apple TV has a You Tube app, and I sat for a lovely time and watched the cheesy special effects and enjoyed every minute.

That baby was adorable, and movie was still charming despite the cheesy special effects.

Today, I’m grateful to have the house clean, the paperwork shredded, groceries bought, and a little time for a movie.

Well Worn Frets

 

I lay the old guitar on my lap, and strum.

The strings are not in tune, but the instrument is so familiar.

I pick out a few cords, find my keys, and start to tune up my grandfather’s guitar.

It’s a well played, and much beloved part of the family.

Can I do it justice?

I see the indentations made by my grandpa.  He would play and sing for us, every chance he got.

He was raised in the hills of West Virginia.  Blue Grass, Gospel, Folk music in his blood.  He would play.  I can still hear him.  It would make him so happy, if we would just sit and listen to the music in his soul.

I could find, G.  I could find D. C sounded terrible.  F eluded me, I think I’m still not tuned right.

The warm ups came back, and I was able to get to G minor, but F….where is F? F minor?

Just a little reminder, and a little effort.  A little toughening of the finger tips.  It will come back, and I can wear those frets out a little more.

Gardens in surprising places

My Fitbit has gotten put through its paces the last couple of days in San Antonio.

I’ve wandered about, and climbed hills and flights of stairs.

Reconnecting with old friends has been quite special.

I’ve found gardens in unusual places. This little spot was tucked back behind the convention center, peach, orange, lemon, lime, fig and bay trees. Cabbages, Swiss Chard, tomatoes, and every kind of herb were tucked into raised beads. All were surrounded with chicken wire or hog panels to protect them from the very brazen deer that run the golf course.

With the chilly winter we had the peaches look like they are going to be spectacular this year.

My favorite was a cheeky, black squirrel who posed so pretty, I had to take his picture.

I love that they landscape with Rosemary here. It’s so pretty, great for bees, and deer resistant. Of course, I couldn’t keep my hands off of it. It’s great aromatherapy to rub my hands across the Rosemary and then breath deep to enjoy.

It’s been fun to be away for a few days, but I’m ready to go home.

Sunset in San Antonio

Over the roof tops, from my balcony the sun sets over San Antonio.

I’m on the Cibolo Canyon side, Northwest of Down town.

It’s Fiesta time in the city, and tonight there is a Night Parade to close out the two week party.

I like San Antonio. White rocks, green trees and shrubs, rustic and welcoming, San Antonio is a fine place to be.

The weather couldn’t be better. We are dry low 80’s, cool nights, and bright blue skies. It’s like California, but better, cause it’s Texas.

They just wrapped up the Valero Texas Open Golf Tournament here. I’m glad my room is on the course side of the hotel.

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My conference starts tomorrow afternoon. I snuck away a little early. I don’t mind being alone. It’s just a lot easier to do when I’m by myself.

Sunny Sunday

The sky so blue, it hurts to stare at it too long, but you have to, cause the moon is still out at 2:30 in the afternoon.

The Magnolia is blooming, along with the Salvia. I love my Henry Duelberg Salvia. It has a great story of being discovered in Central Texas growing in an old Cemetery. Henry and Augusta Duelberg were buried side by side. The blue Salvia was on his grave, the white variety was on hers.

I can’t wait to get more in the ground.

Today, I’m very grateful for cool northern breezes, bright sunshine, and a chance to be outside.