Pamela has been growing her hair long for some time so she could donate it to a group which makes real human hair wigs for cancer/chemo victims. Today was donation day. So at 10:30 this morning she went to Salon Red in Decatur and had it all chopped off. She took some photos she printed from the net to show the haircutter what she wanted, and here is the result:
Cute, hunh?
We are awaiting the arrival of Geoffrey and Jennifer and Spring and Tom for an early Easter dinner here at the homestead. Pamela and her sorority sister Amelie Chopin are here, too.
We just got back last night from a long weekend in San Antonio and Austin (and Hill Country places in between), visiting with Granny and Granddaddy, who remain the with-it couple they've always been. The photo above was taken at a restaurant called The Herb Farm, in Fredericksburg, where we visited the local quilt shop as part of the annual Shop Hop. Great food, and great Texas chardonnay (no, that's not an oxymoron).
We spent much of the time on the road, in Fredericksburg, Kerrville, Dripping Springs -- and oh, yeah, don't forget Wimberley, where the item of the week was a sign, complete with attached toy gun, that said "We don't call 911." Only in Texas. Your mother bought a resupply of her favorite patent medicine, emu oil, sold by a local purveyor. Good for what ails you.
We stayed overnight in Austin at The Mansion at Judges' Hill hotel and went to dinner at Berryhill's, a local tamale chain that was featured on the Food Channel as the "Best of . . . " We went back the next day and picked up a dozen to freeze and bring home, which we did, in our carry-on luggage.
Granny and Granddaddy treated us to Chinese lunch yesterday at their favorite place, Mencius, and we required no more sustenance until this morning's breakfast.
As you know, we left them a laptop, along with a subscription to Netzero dial-up. Below they admire their new acquisition.
