It doesn’t seem like this is the most colorful fall we’ve ever had, and maybe not as colorful as normal, not that this part of the world is known for its fall color. Or maybe the color is just later than some years. We drove up to Canadian with the Shewberts Friday and there wasn’t any of the cottonwood color we’ve seen there on previous trips, though their cottonwood festival was several weeks ago and may there was more of a show then. There is a restaurant in Canadian in an old bank building that is worth the drive. Their menu is fairly extensive and not cheap but everything we’ve had there has been very good. They have some scrumptious rolls and they serve a complimentary bread pudding dessert made from yesterday’s leftover rolls. I highly recommend it next time you are in Canadian.
A couple of weeks ago we joined Joyce’s walking/church buddies (they are my buddies, too, even though I don’t walk with them) for peel and eat shrimp at the church. There was live music provided by Young Country, a band started by the lead guitarist when he was 11 years old. They aren’t young now and haven’t been for a while, but they are very entertaining. Their lead female vocal does an excellent Patsy Cline. The woman on the keyboard also plays the fiddle and will sometimes switch to the keyboard with the fiddle still tucked under her chin. She also sings harmony with the other lady. Very talented.
Our daughter and her daughters were our only customers on Halloween, but that is normal. They had come from a Trunk-or-Treat at church. I haven’t seen any pictures or gotten a report about K, S & V’s Halloween hijinks.
We attended Rebecca’s volleyball game recently. It is interesting to think back to when we watched Abigail play at that age. There is quite a difference between then and where she is now. I hope Rebecca keeps it up. We also went to Abigail’s first basketball game in Hereford. They faired about as well as they did in the two scrimmages we watched. That is to say, not well. The teams they played all seemed to be a lot stronger, as though they had been playing together for a while, and maybe they had. In spite of some of Abigail’s teammates’ propensity to pass the ball to the other team, Abigail was open on a fast break and took the ball in for a very nice layup.
In spite of a chilly wind Saturday evening, we congregated for a weenie roast. We hadn’t had one all fall and Kari was determined not to let the season go by without taking advantage. Rebecca’s friend Kingsley, Abigail’s friend Avery and our friend Barbara joined us.
Looks like we’ve inherited another cat. Oreo lives across the street in Quadrille Park, or did until his man passed away. He was always “that damned cat” to the wife and she wants to sell and move to Austin anyway, so Oreo is looking for a new situation. She tried to find a home for him but couldn’t. Oreo always came over to SA for recreation but now he seems to be craving human companionship and is trying his best to ingratiate himself with us. His preferred position would be as our house cat but I’m afraid he will have to settle for shop cat No. 2, if he gets that far. Sydney will have some say in the matter. He’s a nice cat, though, jovial and friendly, a handsome (and neutered) fellow. We hate to see things suffer so if he is willing to take what we are willing to offer and make the best of it, he’ll probably find a home here.