We have neighbors next to us in Bandera; Jeff and Carol.
We have neighbors on the other side too; a Black Vulture family. The babies have fledged and are no longer in the nest, but they don’t fly yet. They come out in the mornings, hop about on the branches, flap their wings a bit, then return to their shelter at night.
Of course we’re not there right now, We’ve moved on to the Hill Country, but the summer beach at Port Aransas; it is so much different from the winter beach.
Here is the winter beach.
Here is the summer weekend beach.
It’s a whole different thing. We enjoy them both.
Who wouldn’t like the solitude of a beach all to themselves? Yet, there is an energy from the crowded beach that’s special as well. That’s an awful lot of people all having a good time all at once.
Inner ear infection. Outer ear infection. Pressure. Congestion. Pain. Sleepless nights. Now she can’t hear out of the good ear either. Before, I had to say everything twice. Now I have to *yell* everything twice. She has been messing with this off and on for weeks now. We have been to four different doctors. I ask them to please shoot her, but they keep giving her medicine and sending her home instead.
Now she has a ruptured eardrum. She has had two ear lavages, is taking oral antibiotics, antibiotic eardrops, steroids, decongestants, nasal spray for the eustachian tubes, and pain medication. The change in altitude from sea level to 1,500 feet in Bandera hasn’t been kind to her. Today she put her towel draped head over a steaming sink.
She might be getting better now but we won’t know until she gets off some of the drugs next week.
A two day stop for an upgraded toilet, a kitchen latch, a slide seal fix, a chair repair, and some bin paint.
That’s us in the middle, to the right of the big white puller.
I woke up this morning to the sound of rain on the roof. That is such a soothing sound. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet so I took my time waking up and found that, when fully awake, it was early morning sun. It hadn’t rained at all. It hasn’t rained in weeks. Except in my head.
Danger. Low flying aircraft. That’s what the sign usually says.
But this one; this one scares me.
