George Strait says hello

He lives over there, in the house with the yacht.

Coming at you in salt-O-vision. I am indeed in Rockport, TX! I have seen the bay, and ye, it was deemed good.

Amos put his tiny tootsies into the Gulf of Mexico waters. At first, he would tremble as the wee waves lapped at his feet. Then, I picked him up slightly so that he could stomp his feet into the sand. After he regained his moxie, he stomped at the waves and swayed his face in the brisk breeze. The boy is a mariner, after all.

I held on tight to him, lest a stray giant pelican come by and steal him away to a lonely pier. I will not lose my child to a bird with a shopping cart for a beak.

My dad is starting to pull through. He is on an oxygen mask now, off of the ventilator. No pneumonia has been found. There are sprigs of hope that he will slowly but surely pull through. He will continue to be surly and nasty to us, I'm sure, but at least he might live.

Off to drink my wine, dry my hair, and enjoy the catfish fry that my bro-in-law has in store for us. I plan to take Amos for a long walk to the beach and park tomorrow. He now has tiny Little Swimmers swimming diapers and his very own bucket and shovel.

Yeehaw, y'all!