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The best is yet to come!

I have thoroughly enjoyed each stage of my life, but I've got to say that these mid-life years are really, really nice. Thanks for stopping by to check on this Austin Nana. I like the real thing, though, so come on! Drop by for a coffee date with me sometime soon.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Zilker Park

It's really something special to go back to the places I visited with my children now that THEY have children. I think I forget that they can watch their kids closely. I tried to not think about how they may let the kids get out of eyesight, that they ARE the parents now. So, I busied myself with my camera. Tyler was zipping all over the place. Running, running and more running.
















Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Day 13

Thankful for neighbors, neighborhoods and cul de sacs...Been thinking about this since Kristen moved into her cul de sac w/ a gazillion kids...Something sweet about this slice of suburbia.

For my neighbor, Connie, from years ago in Shady Hollow in South Austin...still my friend and just texted me today to see how I was doing and 'could we get a lunch date in December?'

For my neighbor, Nimish, who came over to inform Patrick that this was a 'no Camero' cul de sac when he was visiting last week and rented this super duper Camaro (Nimish has a Mustang).

For my next door neighbor, Sherrel, who loves to stand and just water the yard as much as I do. We 'get' each other in that aspect!

For my newest neighbor, Sandra, who brought her son over to give me his carefully written thank you note (for trick or treat goody bag) and spent a good hour just 'gabbing' in the driveway.

For the people I see walking their dogs down the street every single day of the year...seems like. I wonder at their dedication, both to their walk and to their pets.

For the feeling of home when my car climbs the hill into the neighborhood.

For still the sense of awe I feel every single time I drive from the top of the hill out of the neighborhood and catch the panaroma of Austin in front of me.

For the Mr. Dan at the bottom of the hill who has cleaned our shirts at his dry cleaners for 8 years now...and how sweet he is each time I come to p/u shirts (Wm says he should charge a 'storage' fee for how long I forget that I dropped them off to be cleaned).

For the Subway guys next door who are so familiar w/ our faces, if not our orders...not yet.

It's nice to be home. It took me a little longer this move (04), but it finally feels like I've been here forever.