So, what do you do on a rainy day? I ask only because it is pouring down rain outside. Seriously, managing one or two consecutive days of wet weather isn’t generally a problem for me. One or two weeks is a stretch. One to two months is a wake-up call. Is it time to move to Florida? After all, doesn’t Florida have the nickname “Sunshine state?”
Yesterday a friend posted pictures of some of the homes in Kinglsand built on Lake LBJ. Unbelievable was my reaction. I remember when those homes were built. The property had been sold by the agency where I once worked. The acres and acres of land along Lake LBJ were contiguous to the agency’s boy’s ranch program. They simply downsized the size of the ranch and cashed in on the value of lake front property.
One of the pictures shared was a home built by my friend’s husband. He actually is the man who built our home. He was building on a lot he had purchased for himself. Before the home was completed, he changed the game plan. A person who had accessed the home by boat made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Consequently, he opted for the cash rather than the home address. The home is a three-story home. The photo reflects only the top two floors. The first floor is totally submerged in flood waters.
It is wet in the Texas Hill Country. Actually, I could say “life threateningly wet”. Is it time to move to Florida? Of course, an annual hurricane could cause one to carefully consider the odds. However, I’m beginning to think the 100-year flood concept is an antiquated concept. Is it possible it could become a more frequent occurrence. We’ve got friends whose home was flooded the past couple of years. I guess when you live on the river, that is always a possibility. It is like rolling dice. Maybe – maybe not? After the second flood, they are opting to sell and move to dry ground.
A friend responded recently wrote: “Seems we’ve been having 100-year floods fairly regularly. I would think building in that 100-year flood plain would be illegal. I’ve seen the Brazos flood in the early 50s, the Austin Memorial Day floods twice in the early 80s, and the Navasota River flood too many times to count.
My great great grandparents suffered through several Brazos River floods in a little place called Steele’s Store. They eventually moved to Galveston just in time for the Great Storm. They settled in Dickinson on the Dickinson Bayou.
If given a choice, I would choose rain over drought. Rain and flooding affects fewer than drought. It’s a tough choice. Eventually, we will learn that the only constant is change. Be prepared. Have a Go Bag! Visit ready.gov for good information”.
My blog yesterday was entitled “Stir Crazy”. Folks who are smarter than me (that includes most everyone – if you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife) figure out how to manage their time in a productive manner. I’m sure my golfing buddy (not to be mistaken for a guy I play golf with – I don’t play golf. I may not be smart but I don’t chase a ball with a stick) has figured out how to manage his time. Actually, I’ve thought of him often while I’ve been walking the dogs in the rain this week. Seriously, Monday was really cold and wet. I envisioned him beginning his day with a roaring fire in the fireplace. I doubt that he went outdoor even once unless it was for firewood. Obviously, he spent a portion of his day going through old photos.
At any rate, he sent me an email asking: “Who are these guys?” I smiled with the memory. It is a picture of Craig and myself. I had the thought, “Craig has really changed”. Of course, I still look the same with exception of the big glasses and slightly darker hair. Seriously, could that picture have been taken 28 or 29 years ago?
There is nothing like a photo to take one back in time. Seeing Craig dressed up was a rare occurrence. He generally dressed like a drug store cowboy. After all, he was in the second grade when we moved to Henly. There was nothing about the ambience of country life that he didn’t enjoy. Our home was always filled with his buddies. Consequently, it was easier to move furniture back then. I simply recruited Craig and his friends to help. Somehow, I really miss those days.
On the outside chance some of you are not smarter than me, I recognize that “drug store cowboy” has a couple of meanings: “1 : one who wears cowboy clothes but has had no experience as a cowboy. 2 : one who loafs on street corners and in drugstores’. Let me make it perfectly clear, we didn’t have a drug store in Henly and I don’t think there was one in Johnson City either.”
When Craig finally reached the age where a car was a necessity, I opted to purchase a Toyota Celica from a friend who was getting a new car. I thought he’d be overjoyed. He wasn’t. For starters, he would have preferred a pickup truck. Secondly, he didn’t like the color of the Toyota. He thought it looked like UT Orange. Actually, it was a good look.
He subsequently loaned the car to a friend at school. Who would have thought it possible to have a fender bender in a place as small as Johnson City? Trust me – it happens. Fortunately, there were no injuries and the car wasn’t badly damaged. However, Craig convinced us that it was an opportune time to have the car totally repainted. I bet you’ll never guess the color? I’ll give you a clue. It was not UT orange.
I’m not sure how Craig and his friends managed it, but I was honored to be invited to speak at the baccalaureate ceremony for high school graduation? The years have gone by quickly.
Maybe looking through old photos and reminiscing is a great way to spend time on a rainy day.
All My Best!