The Joys of Home

I came home this weekend. It’s been amazingly restorative. There’s just something about being at home. I’ve been running around all over the place.

Last night I went to see Dracula as performed by the Wimberley Players. I must confess to having never read Dracula before. So, I had no preconceived notions. And I also have to confess to having fairly low expectations. But I must say that I was delightfully surprised. It was superbly done. And I had a blast. Although that could have had a lot to do with seeing two cousins and my sis and her boyfriend. It was a good evening.

Today my Mom and I ran around to nowhere and did a bit of shopping. It was fun. It wasn’t so much about where we went and what we bought as just about spending time together. It helped me feel better about a lot of my life decisions that I have made, am making, and will make.

Tomorrow is the Rice-UT scrimmage at the Dell Diamond. Again, should just be a fun outing. I love family time. And, I’m going to go back to watching UT and Mizzou. And get out the tendencies to root for UT tonight…so that I can cheer Rice to victory tomorrow!

~The Countess~

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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