Taylor Village Inn
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... and so thankful for our presence there. I even had a woman ask me excitedly how our 4:30pm show went and when I told her it went really well, she lit up and said, "Oh, I’m so glad to hear that! I was posting it everywhere on Facebook and I prayed so hard for you guys that you’d have a good show so that you’ll come back next year!". Made my day.
Today was laundry day since we were traveling yesterday. I ...
... around the lot, pulling every last vehicle out of the mud like it was nothing. We moved to a parking lot in a local municipal park (where the circus showed last year) and stayed the night there. Everyone had a lot of cleaning to do and thankfully there were multiple water hook-ups and even a flooded ditch next to the parking lot that we could wash everything in.
Steve came to visit the lot one last time before our jump. ...
... architectural features throughout the house.
Donovan and Laurlynn came over a couple times to visit. He is such a good daddy. He lives in Hutto, Texas; where he grew up. It was such a treasure to spend time with him and his little sweetie girl. I love the man he has become; he seems to be working to be a good man and a good father. By ...
... to hear some live music at this really neat venue that was half inside
and half outside. The music reminded me of a youthful version of Lyle
Lovett's Big Band. We took some pictures, said our goodbyes and then
went home. The next morning Kara and I went to Joe's hit a taco stand
in South Austin and then collected the children and Grandma Kathy. We
drove to the airport said our goodbyes to Kathy and headed for New
Happy Mother's ...
... Yes, she did. When Kathy came into this world as a naked little newborn, she had a left hip and a right hip. Fast forward some decades and she now has a left hip and a pile of junk. Cartilage? Girlfriend, she ain't got none of that. On her right side, she has the ball of her femur head grinding away in her acetabulum (ass-eh-TAB-yoo-lum. The hip socket). The bones are misshapen, misaligned and worn out. It's a total mess in there.