Monday, June 17, 2013
Moving on
This weekend I went and enjoyed a bit of nature. No, really, there was actual pleasure and glee involved.
We went to this swimming hole in the middle-of-nowhere-Texas called Krause Springs. I figured I was in a rental and it didn't matter how many miles I put on it.
I provided the swimmers with a less than graceful entrance. I'm sure a few were amused. My butt got torn up with some road rash where I slid over a less than smooth surface, but I still made it into the water with limited injury.
The water was 68 degrees Fahrenheit, so being flung into it abruptly was a huge shock to my system, but the job of adjusting to the water immediately was far better than the torture of inching my way in one slippery step at a time.
We stayed for a few hours and had a picnic lunch. I got over my issues with things that live in the water except for a few times when my boyfriend teased me. When something crawled over my foot I decided I'd had enough. We ate, drank a beer that was oddly good and refreshing. Shiner Ruby Red grapefruit beer is surprisingly good. And that's coming from a non-beer-drinker.
When I got home I didn't see the truck with the guy who slashed up my car and only wondered briefly where he was. Apparently he's gone now. I haven't seen the truck since Saturday morning so I hope he was just here to visit. Regrettably I won't be able to slather his truck with gay rights stickers but that's probably for the best.
I got my car back today and I'm happy to be back in it. I got to drive a Volkswagen Beetle for 10 days and it was fun and cute and drove really well, but it wasn't my car. I love my car. It's not cute and doesn't handle as well, but it's mine. Life is resuming some degree of normalcy.
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