Returning to school was a bit like wearing not only progressive lenses, but someone ELSE'S progressive lenses. In other words, tiring and irritating. Shame really, because there are elements of wonder and fun but they are over shadowed by the lack of organization and good direction.
So let's just return for a short while to the rose-coloured days of the Thanksgiving break.
Let's go back to Archer City, where we spent the first night in the same hotel, in the same room that we had stayed in the last time we were there. Archer City has not changed much except that there aren't as many books. But on the way up we didn't actually get into a book store because they closed five minutes before we drove up.
The mighty Spur Hotel, and
I don't recall the "I Don't Care" Deli being there before. Looks like the people of Archer City are getting a bit flippant as the years pass.
However, there are high honors to be won in town. Imagine the thrill of being awarded this parking spot for 'Employee of the YEAR' no less!! Phew. My heart is all a flutter, and I am pondering a move, just so that I might possibly enter the competition.
And this photo is included just because I liked the look of the Archer City Public Library with the intense blue of the night sky above it.
We set off for the Palo Duro Canyon next morning, but as we were pulling out of town we noticed that the sign on the old movie marquee had been changed since we had gone out for our evening walk the night before. Take a close look! How sweet. We left wondering what Jayme's answer might be, and hoped that when we came back on Saturday we would be able to find out.... an-ti-ci-pa-a-tion...
Naturally we had to stop and read as many Historic markers as possible because Glenn had been reading about how the Comanches had been brutally wiped out and he wanted to see if the markers told it like it was or white-washed the facts... Whichever, someone wasn't thrilled with this one and decided it was best used for firing practice.
That's all for now folks... Children are starting to get all self-righteous about the importance of their work as compared to my need for a creative outlet. Damn. Life is blurring and the progressive lenses are settling back down on my nose.
So let's just return for a short while to the rose-coloured days of the Thanksgiving break.
Let's go back to Archer City, where we spent the first night in the same hotel, in the same room that we had stayed in the last time we were there. Archer City has not changed much except that there aren't as many books. But on the way up we didn't actually get into a book store because they closed five minutes before we drove up.
the classy suite where we stayed. Willah was a little concerned that the chairs were covered in real cowhide, but I was able to assure her that they were plastic. Crisis averted. After we had settled in, and strewn our shoes around the room, we went out for a walk to see if there were any big changes since we were there last.
That's all for now folks... Children are starting to get all self-righteous about the importance of their work as compared to my need for a creative outlet. Damn. Life is blurring and the progressive lenses are settling back down on my nose.
Yes it was, and there was a tribute or two made to the Last Picture Show, when Glenn squealed out of town by pulling through the old gas station on the corner just the way the boys did in the movie....
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