Gosh, where to being?
First off, I know that I said I would do better about posting every day but my computer at home has other plans. After about 8 years of dutiful service, my trusty computer has decided that it no longer would like to do the same things I need it to. Surfing the web has now become more of a drowning than a surf. Good Lord is it irritating. My tablet will work, but I can't post pictures to the blog. How tragic is that I ask you? In the presence of all this, I have reconciled myself to knowing that if I am making the effort to still find the joy, and the truly good things in each day, I am fulfilling my word to God.
Now on to Gentry and Central Texas news. Life is going great. Fall I do believe is trying to make it's way into Central Texas. The weather last week was been beyond beautiful. Mornings in the high 50's with the daytime high not reaching 90. It's was glorious! This week however has been brutal. Not Imperial Valley brutal...brutal none the less. I can't wait for the sound of crunchy leaves beneath my feet and the warmth of my favorite big sweater. I do love me some Fall y'all. Isn't it just the happiest time of the year? Saying goodbye to the lazy days of summer and gearing up for the chilly, foggy mornings of Autumn. Feeling the anticipation in the air for cold Friday night football games, ghost and goblins knocking on my door and the gathering of family to give thanks. OH FALL YOU ARE JUST SO FINE!
The summer garden is now pulled up and gone, making room for a winter crop.
Isn't he adorable?
I honestly doubt we will get anything planting in time so fingers crossed for something in Spring.
Look who is back to is adorable old self. Getting those nasty teeth pulled was the the best thing ever.
One day this will be mine.
In other news. I may or may not have tried to kill my mother a few weeks ago. Again another quirky idea of mine not fully thought through. Before everyone gets all "Oh my goodness I hope she's OK". Yes she is fine.
If you like flee markets then this tidbit is just up your alley.
There is a town in Texas named Canton (oddly the name of the street I live on as well). Once a month, this small little town turns into the largest flee market in America. With that said, can you now see my interest in wanting to go check out what this is all about? So we set out for the little over two hour drive north east. We had an amazing breakfast at this little out of the way diner that Taylor suggested we try. The portions were huge! I mean ginormous. Even Mister was a little taken aback by the size of the plate set before him. Oh my goodness that food though. I am still thinking about my patty melt (I wasn't' in the mood for breakfast). Glorious I tell you. Probably the best decision we made for the rest of the day...maybe.
We arrived at the parking lot about half a mile away. The anticipation of what I was about to see filled me with excitement. Mister and Mama weren't feeling as joyful as I about the trek just to get inside the gate.
I should have seen this picture BEFORE we arrived
Oh my, my, my. What laid out before me was a sight. Rows and rows of tents and tables filled with what I could only assume were insurmountable treasures that I surly needed and would absolutely die if I didn't try to find them. There were small bridges to cross just to see more rows of items on that side. Lord have mercy it was something to see.
Now mind you, I was here strictly to find vintage/antique/one of a kind items for my chicken coop, patio and garden shed walls. As Mama and I started looking down the first couple of rows, we realized this truly was in fact a LARGE place and we would need to pace ourselves. About the second isle, of the first quadrant, leading to what had to be at least several thousand (yes thousand) vendors ahead, we began to feel the heat of the sun on our heads. We did not plan for any head gear protection, so our focus now shifted to big floppy hats to wear while being enthralled by the tables and tents before us. About row #3 and hour one, still no hats, and now beads turning into rivers of sweat began to flow. I found a snack shack and sat mama down to rest with a cold drink while I continued the search for our floppy hats that would surely save the day.
By this time it is now well past noon and already reaching 100 degrees. I began to question my decision making skills for this outing. Ah success!! I found a place with hats. As I returned to where I left mama, I realized I to was now way more uncomfortable than I would like to admit. We decided to trudge onward and try staying in locations the provided shade. As I looked back Mama was starting to slow a little. Then a little more. Being burned by the sun and now wearing a completely soaked top I asked mama if she would like to head back the way we came, work our way back to the air conditioned building we came in through. YES...She was all about that idea! By the time we reached the building she was done. She needed to sit down and fast. Unable to catch her breath at this point. I now felt like I had highly underestimated Fist Monday's in Canton and the Texas heat. We were in fact defeated. We sat for a bit while she collected herself and got her feet back under her. We retreated indoors to the AC and shelter from the sun. We sat for a bit cooling off and people watching, still deeply impressed by what little we did get to see. By the time we reached the car and were on the drive home, we began to plan our next trip to Canton. Certainly in cooler weather and more importantly, armed with the necessary survival kit required to navigate the Flee Markets of Texas.
That's all for today. Fingers crossed there will be more updates to come soon. Until then my sweet readers.
