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Our last day in Galveston couldn't have been more exciting. First, we awoke to the reason so many people love this area. The rain had left, the skies were soft, the air was warm, and the day was filled with great promise. I cooked our left over steak along with our normal fried potatoes and an over easy egg for breakfast. We enjoyed that while the Cager deftly tied the score. Tomorrow morning we'll play a final game for all the Grackles in Galveston. While we enjoyed breakfast, we listened to a blues station out of Houston that was featuring female singers. When Aretha Franklin began singing "...in order to get a do right woman you have to be a do right man..." Judy and I began wintling, which is dancing for us. Wintling is gently swaying back and forth while embraced in a tight hug (Try it; you'll like it). We began this over twenty-five years ago on our first trip together (To Seattle for my birthday in May of 1989). We first wintled on Pier 73 very near Ivar's Fish House. It felt as electric as the first time Judy touched my arm (At Cataldo Mission in April of 1989). I think we've passed the closeness test that living in less that 200 square feet offers (And twenty-five years of marriage). The excitement didn't stop there. We took a nice bicycle ride through the small town of Jamaica Beach, Texas. This little burg consists of about two hundred homes, each with a waterway that allows them to tie boats to their back porch and motor out onto Galveston Bay on a whim. We then ate the leftovers again for lunch (Fish Tacos). By this time the sun had come out fully, the breeze was fresh, so we decided to walk the beach (Holding hands: I told you it was an exciting day). For dinner, we fixed crab cakes, jazzed up quinoa (We added vegetables), and a fresh salad, and settled in to watch the Zags beat Iowa to reach the sweet sixteen. Then the excitement really started. The sweet sixteen game is next Friday in Houston (We're forty miles away and the tickets can be had for about $600). We tossed the idea around for a while trying to convince ourselves that we only live once (Yadda, Yadda) and then we decided to sleep on it (Talk about exciting dreams). Finally, the sunset was glorious, and if it weren't for the duck sized mosquitoes, I'd be ready to change my mind about the pleasure of this place. Speaking of ducks, The three mallards quacked around in circles as confused as a teen boy on his first date. The water has seeped back into the ground so Quack Lake is no longer. Ducks aren't that bright, I guess, but then neither are many teen boys nor are basketball fanatics. When all is said in done, I think we'll curb our excitement and go with Plan A, which means we'll be in Beaumont, Texas by eleven tomorrow so we can eat BBQ and listen to live music in the city park. Then we'll spend the week in the "piney woods" like we planned. As long as we're near a TV on Friday, we'll be fine. So there art thou happy, Romeo, for life is good, especially today.
Looks a little like Venice.
Yesterday's rain spilled water from the bay over the breakwater into the estuary
Pretty nice homes in Jamaica Beach.
A cute little bay sailor.
The homes are right next to the Galveston Island State Park, which is mostly a bird preserve.
Me and my wintling bunny (Try it. You'll like it).
The beach.
The Beach Toys: Help me Rhonda
The teen boy quackers.
Papa racked up and ready for tomorrow's travel.
Crab cakes and quinoa.
The beautifully soft sky must be why people love it here.
Not to mention the power of the dropping sun.
That's the Zag game on TV taken from out side Frac (Art shot).
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