I stopped in some other places, too--a little man-made lake behind an apartment complex where ducks & geese were hanging out, a fancy Baptist church, and Lubbock's very own Prairie Dog Town, but I'll put those pix up later. I've spent too much time fooling around in software today; need some non-digital time (well, sorta) before going back to the cube tomorrow.
The last pic is by way of a signature--yes, that's Yours Truly. Yes, that's a cowboy hat. Well, it is Texas....
|Howdy, neighbor! Come again!|
P.P.S. - I had a big floppy garden hat already, but Sister A. said it looked dorky and insisted I get a proper cowboy hat instead.
P.P.P.S. - She hates the stampede string. Again, dorky. I don't give a rat--it works for me.
P.P.P.P.S. - Sister A. has a lot of preferences, requirements, opinions, assertions, dislikes, etc., all of which fall out of her mouth without filtration through "the better angels" of her nature. We've butted heads on that score several times recently. So far, nobody's been murdered.
P.P.P.P.P.S. - So far.