Monday, October 25, 2010

After Texas

  I never considered myself about being particularly adaptable. That is the catchword these days in a career chasing society. However, I notice how easy it is to disrupt one's flow with a trip out of town. (Notice I didn't say "routine" since I still allow my work for the district to set my schedule rather than my own clock and interests!) Saturday 16 October, Mary and I drove to Austin via Wichita Kansas to see my dad, Josue V. Quintanilla, on his birthday. I have reported him as "frail", but that may not be fair to him though he has lost a lot of weight. I remember how his mom, Maria, used to lug around heavy for her flower pots up and down the steps and around the porch of the Austin, Texas house she lived in with her daughter, Connie, then her nephew, David Martinez, and his family.
  Mary and I joined the immediate family, Teri, Denise, Charles and Richard and Yvette, for a birthday dinner (the sisters' work) and cake (Yvette is the baker). David, the youngest in the family, was returning from a trip to Corpus Christi to try out his new kayak. He reported he was on his way, but the sisters dismissed his report, so I missed him by less than half an hour :\ We had joined Ruth and Joe for breakfast at the Magnolia Cafe that morning and later at Bailey Park where we met them again, as well as Mac and Mary Ragsdale and a few old-timers. One of them, Pat, brought up an old pizza place on Lamar called Ferrari's that I knew back in the early 70's. Most of the reminisce was about how long the volleyball game had gone on with the consensus of about 1977 when we would take baby Jessica out there.
  We drove to Dallas Monday morning to see Grandma Nat. She was eager to take us out to restaurants where we had lunched together. Mary likes the moo fei pork disk at Chow Thai and the lamb salad at Ziziki's. I didn't prepare any meals being busy to finish a short online class about the Verizon "Thinkfinity" website. No one stopped by except Nat's Wednesday morning coffee partner. I changed Nat's cordless phone batteries and tripped the oil change notice on her car. She had driven only 915 miles since February, the date of the last oil change, so there as no need to heed the reminder! We drove back to Loveland in one long day. The navigation system recommended heading north from Dalhart rather than turn west to intercept I-25, the way we would go the ranch! I don't know when there will be another time to try that way.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Just noticed

This post about is a minor observation made this morning picking up the Saturday Morning Post. The sun just rose above the horizon to illuminate the neighborhood trees at a nearly flat angle. Beams of light crossing the roofs across the street hit the interior of a tall, twisted pine tree whose condition I had never noticed before. Somewhat like a gnarled and stunted pine in our backyard by the porch, this one was much bigger and so much more torqued -- not like a windswept, mountain top tree, but in a mild spiral around some invisible shaft.

This reminds me somewhat of the view west driving Highway 160 home to the ranch. Between the stretch from the Movie Manor lies series of foothills leading to the last downward slope, the drive to the Plaza to the right, on the straightaway to Del Norte. At the top of that hill, on different days and different times of the day, the light would reveal different nuances of color and shadow that never quite looked the same even though I'd seen the foothills northwest of the ranch from that vantage point many times. Other views in the valley were more stable, and therefore, perhaps, comforting. This view was always something of a wonder.