Kathy Hardeman – Living Thru Chaos

Reason No. 9228385729201983 why I love my husband:

Me (after watching a scene in General Hospital):  Why don’t we ever have make up sex?

Husband:  Don’t we have to fight to have make up sex?

Me:  I guess so.

Husband:  Then we aren’t having make up sex.

Husband: (after a few beats of silence) Slides his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck:  We could have practice make up sex to make sure we know how to do it if we ever do fight.

I was good with that.

Some lucky folks get to go to Marguaritaville but our family drives to Centerville.  It’s a halfway point between Houston and Dallas.  A couple times a year, my four grandchildren who live with me visit with their Papa (other grandfather) in Dallas.  We arrange dates, coordinate time and meet in Centerville to hand off the children.  I enjoy the winding drive (that’s really a short cut) down secondary highways through the country because besides being beautiful we pass by many entertaining sights.  This time I made a list of the fun things I saw.  Since my husband was driving there wasn’t an opportunity for pictures as he’s a get-on-down-the-road kind of guy as opposed to me, a let’s-stop-and-look kind of driver.  In a week or so, when I make the trip again, I’ll try to snap pictures and add them to the post.  I better leave an hour early.  There’s a lot to see. 

Meanwhile, here’s a list of oddities and interesting bits that grabbed my imagination on our two hour drive.

A barn sits centered in a field facing the road with lettering on the roof.  Not hand painted lettering as someone with a spray paint can a too many beers would paint but block letters that say “Hooker Haven”.  If I get the chance I plan to stop in the little corner store in the one stop sign town where this barn resides and ask why they have a barn just outside of town with Hooker Haven on the roof.

In that same town at the one stop sign that defines it as a town (no MacDonald’s or Wal-Mart in the vicinity) a couple sits on the corner making and selling big bags of Kettle Corn.  They must make money at it because I’ve seen them several times.  Just sitting on the corner, nothing much around them, making popcorn, waiting for the occasional tourist to drive by.  I want to buy some when I am driving and can stop.

On a winding two lane highway we passed a large field.  In a hill in the middle of the field sat a couple large bookshelves and several office chairs as though a meeting had been called but the office hadn’t been built yet.  Who needs walls when there is fresh air available?  As we passed by on the way home, I saw a small for sale sign so at least I knew why those items were sitting in the middle of the field.  Now I wonder how they got there.

We drove by a field of goats.  Not so unusual until I realized that mixed in with the goats were miniature horses.  They were all about the same size.  My Great Dane is bigger than a miniature horse.  Usually herds of goats are used for eating or milking.  But what are the miniature horses for?

One picturesque farm house set back from the road with a white clapboard fence outlining the yard had an old time, restored fire truck sitting half in and half outside the gate.  Facing the road, it looked as though it was waiting for the firebell to clang so it could charge out and do it’s job.

“Schultze Roofing:  Home of the Bulletproof Roof”.  Have you ever had a bullet shot at your roof?  I haven’t that I can recall.  My husband pointed out that the slogan probably refered to hail damage which takes all the fun out of wondering why a building would need a bulletproof roof.  (Try saying bulletproof roof 5 times fast and get back to me.)

Always interested in the animals we pass – horses, cows, goats, deer, zebras – I was a little surprised when my granddaughter announced excitedly, “I saw a camel.”  We all immediately craned out necks looking for a camel which doesn’t sound so outlandish when we consider the zebra that lives with the horses.  My husband got it first and chuckled.  She’d spied a Bramha bull with it’s neck hump.  Not to be deterred, she still insists it was a camel which is fine with me.  Let her imagination run wild as long as it can before school and life try to stomp it out with boring logic.

Here are a couple scenic shots that I caught as we flew by.

Nice home with sand colored stone hilighted by purple siding.

See the big fake cow standing in the middle of the field?

It was HOT!

Beautiful lake, pretty birds, I wished we didn't have to drive by so fast.

My daughter, with her brand new permit burning a hole in her bag, drove us halfway home.

“If you want something you’ve never had before, you’ve got to do something you’ve never done before.” by Drina Reed 

Or, in my case, I have to do something I haven’t done for a couple years even though I’ve been writing all along in my head.  No telling now what greatness might have flowed from my fingers.  Ah well, I can only move forward from here.  So I am starting now, ready to send my thoughts into the world as jewels or junk, depending upon individual opinion.

I say again, “Hello, World.”

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