Tuesday. Again.

A week since posting. What happened last week - laundry piled, I worked too much. This past weekend my friend H. (no, not H, H.) came to visit. She arrived Saturday morning, we had brunch. We went to Grapevine and did some shopping.

Well, mostly it was me shopping. Bought some Xmas gifts and a gift for myself. We walked into Blue Moon Gallery and were both struck by how beautiful one of the pieces was. A glass caterpillar, inched up with his face down and flowing spikes off his back. After much internal and annoyingly external debate, I bought him. The gallery owner called her husband in to wrap it up. Watching the process was nerve wracking. I shall not unpack him until I reach home.

Saturday we had dinner at a cajun place, Razoos. Fried pickles. We had dinner with a woman from work, M. It can be strange bringing friends together, but it was fun and we had good laughs.

Sunday, lunch at Mariano's Hacienda - home of the frozen margarita machine. Their original margarita machine from 1971v is in the Smithsonian. Yes. I know. It is, nonetheless, good food and the frozen margarita was mighty tasty.

After lunch we went to Dealey Plaza to the Sixth Floor Museum (much better name than the JFK assassination museum, don't you think?, they did). It is mostly a photgraphic exhibit with some video and a few artifacts. Mostly is preserves the story of the day moment by moment with some background on society and politics at the time. The build up to the assassination story is well done. I am glad that I went, but I think it is a more moving experience for those who were of thinking age in 1963.

H. brought rain with her. Torrential, lightning riddled, steel and coal cloud rain. Beautiful. We left Dealey Plaza just as the sky opened. Driving through downtown Dallas reminded us both of downtown D.C. We took the long way out of town and drove through some seriously moneyed neighborhoods. Wow. Then we went to see Little Miss Sunshine. Laughed our butts off.

Dinner was IHOP. We got there and it was quiet and nice. By the time we'd finished a small village of well dressed 20-somethings had taken residence.

Dropped H. off at the airport yesterday at noonish and went to work. It was only a weekend, the period of time most humans have as rest from their job, but it felt as if I'd had a vacation. It was so nice to have a loved one visit. Hint, hint.

This weekend we're "currently scheduled" to have off Saturday through Monday. Three days! I think I'll spend Saturday at the laundromat. I've got a two-by-one-three foot pile of almost everything I wear dirty on the floor of the room. I'll take a book, a sandwich, and the laundry. Other than that, no plans. I might, if the weather doesn't reach boiling this weekend, go on one of the walking trails at the Forth Worth Nature Center.