and moskeeters. We went to a seafood restaurant there and had shrimp for appetizer and then had more shrimp for dinner. That was Ron's first favorite thing. (It was sad to see this place almost empty on a Saturday night- I guess the bad economy is taking its toll) After dinner, there was a man playing guitar and singing. We sat outside and listened to him until the mosquitoes took their toll! Ron loved that part of the weekend (his second favorite thing) - not the mosquitoes but "Wild Bill" singing. Bill didn't spare any expense on his outfit for this gig- blue nylon-knee length-athletic shorts, a blue baseball cap, ankle socks, tennis shoes, and a sort of blue flowered shirt. But his singing was pretty good. Maybe Ron liked it because most of his songs where from our high school era mixed with some country :)
Generally, except for the skeeters, it was a nice evening to sit out and have a "sodie pop". We stayed in an old hotel. When I say old hotel, that's exactly what I mean. Not a renovated old hotel, just a 106 year old... OLD hotel. The bed was hard, with an antique bedspread that had probably never been washed.
The carpet was sticky and stained, the tile floor in the bathroom was slippery. Each room had a window air conditioner. You know the ones that you can't leave running all night or you will freeze, but you can't turn it off because it will get too hot. And it's noisy- so Ron and I took turns getting up to turn it off and on- then off and on. The shower in the bathroom was very small. The shower head was about at my shoulder level. (Why did they used to make those so short?) I only stayed in the shower long enough to get my hair wet and kill a mosquito on the wall :) The best part of the motel room was the fact that there actually was a plug in for my hair dryer.... and it worked :) On Sunday we went to church in Port Lavaca. Which was interesting... if you spoke English you used one hymn book and if you spoke Spanish you used another one. But everyone sang together. If you were asked to read and you spoke Spanish, you read in Spanish. If you spoke English, you read in English. If you were asked to say the prayer, and you spoke Spanish, it was Spanish. If you spoke English, it was English. Everyone, except the bilingual people, got about HALF of the lessons and talks and prayers :) On our way home, on Sunday afternoon, we stopped at a restaurant and had some authentic Texas barbecue. That was probably Ron's third favorite thing- plus no skeeters there. My favorite part of all of this was just being there with my mom and...
"my main man".
Who is a great husband, father, and papa.
Happy Fathers Day- 2009
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