Friday, February 28, 2020

What Makes a Houseful? Can You Help Us Itemize?

Imagine, God forbid, there was a fire in your home and you lost everything. The shock of the event is bad enough, but you must itemize your household contents for insurance purposes.

What is gone? Certainly clothing, furniture, appliances, and dishes. But what about the smaller items? Your grandmother's wedding gown. Picture of beloved family members. Personal belongings handed down over several generations. The irreplaceable things.


It's a good exercise. How long would it take you to do this? Try it. Think about what you have, then take a moment and walk from room to room. What items do you see that you'd forgotten?

We did a similar exercise today with our county.



The Cultural Diversity team of Develop Daviess met to discuss next steps toward including every voice in our county. We spent several minutes brainstorming. We filled a large presentation pad of note paper, but we know we have not captured them all.

The list is more varied than you might expect. It also includes groups that are too easily overlooked.

In no particular order, our "house" includes: Amish, English (an Amish term for 'not Amish'), Haitians, Hispanics (representing Puerto Rico, Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador, and other Latin American countries), people across the economic spectrum from poverty to exceedingly comfortable, a variety of faith groups, people across the political spectrum, people in the LGBTQ community, people recovering from addiction, and others.

So, please help. Who are the others? We're rebuilding our house and we want to make sure this time there clearly is a place for everybody.

Thursday, February 27, 2020

Ash Wednesday and Recognizing Community

I had a question this morning about Ash Wednesday.

What’s Ash Wednesday?

If you are not familiar with Ash Wednesday, it is a holiday in the original sense of the word. It is a holy day at the beginning of the Christian season of Lent, the forty days preceding Easter. A day of prayer and fasting.

Lent doesn’t appear in the Bible, but it is a solemn season of reflection and preparation for the celebration of Easter. During Lent, many Christians symbolically replicate Jesus’ sacrifice and withdrawal into the desert for forty days. They often deny themselves something, reflecting the scarcity of comforts in the desert.

The Mark

Image result for ash wednesday Ash Wednesday marks the first day Lent. And a cross made of ashes marks many people who observe this holy day. The cross symbol is placed on their forehead and they wear it the remainder of the day.

It’s made of ashes and oil or water. It’s a mark of penitence. Contrition. It’s also a very effective way, for at least a day, to identify one’s community.

More than a Feeling

Before we say more about that, I was curious about what wearing ashes feels like. So I asked a friend and learned that, once they are on your forehead, you really don’t feel them. It’s very easy to go about your day and forget that you look different. It’s only when you reach up to rub your forehead and your hand comes away smudged, or you pass a mirror and you are surprised by your reflection. Or, possibly more meaningfully, when you see somebody else who bears the same mark and you recognize them as somebody who shares your faith. And probably your outlook. So at some level, you have found a kindred spirit.

Manageable chunks

Image result for free image shape toy Sometimes our world is too much. We have difficulty making sense of it all. So, we begin sorting. We define shapes or boxes, then and try to get everything to fit accordingly. We look at an item, then try to determine if it is a This or a That.

We consider an idea, and then decide whether we agree with it. Are we Pro, Con, or ambivalent?

With simple things, this is a useful approach. We can sort quickly and decide which things we care about. Which things deserve our concern.

With complex things, our handy system of organizing our world breaks down. The more deeply we dive into a subject, our blanket statements about what to think or how to respond begin to unravel.

Keeping Safe

Part of our penchant for sorting is survival instinct. Every activity has inherent risks. Most of us don’t have to worry about wolves, bears, or invading conquerors today, but we still spend our days making snap judgments about risks.

Is that person good? What do they want? Can I get from my parking spot into the store without being accosted? Is this road slippery? What will happen if my car breaks down. Is my phone charged?

Data Reliability

If we are going to worry anyway, here’s a new concern. Snap judgments are based on our interpretation of available data.

How good are our sources? What if the person who shared information with us is not truthful? What if we are swayed by and acting on fake news?

How good are we? What if we are just lousy interpreters?

Shapes and Boxes

Let’s spend more time with ultra-complex subjects. People. You and me.

How do we find the right boxes? Here are just a few of the shapes and boxes we use. For each, let’s think of descriptive words. Do different words come to mind for you?

Size

Tall. Short. Fit. Fat. Skinny. Morbidly obese. Average. Thick. Muscled. Flabby.

Appearance


Face: Ugly. Handsome. Beautiful. Plain. Unremarkable.

Hair: Shiny. Wavy. Straight. Lank. Limp. Oily. Greasy. Curly. Kinky. Short. Long. Balding. Bald. Shaved. Messy. Skinned.

Age: Infant. Toddler. Child. Youngster. Pre-teen. Adolescent. Young Adult. Adult. Middle-Aged. Mature. Old.

That’s just a sampling. With each label come inferences and suppositions. They may be correct. Let’s remember they also may be far from the mark. There are also the standard sorting methodologies many of us resort to. Does this person:

  • Look like me?
  • Act like me?
  • Talk like me?
  • Dress like me?
  • Live where I live?
  • Drive what I drive?
  • Have a job like mine?

The advantage, and the problem, with these criteria is that they are safe. Like a fence.

Frieze (1905-1915)
Cooper Hewitt Collection


A fence is a sharply defined boundary. Inside that boundary, we have room to move comfortably.

As a boundary, a fence is also a divider. Inside the fence are things that belong. Outside the fence are things that do not belong. They surround us in our safe, fenced area.

As suggested earlier, one simple point of connection can widen the doorway to community. Two crossing swathes of ash right after Mardi Gras allow two people to identify with and accept one another. What else is there? What marks you as somebody another person can relate to? You may not realize the mark is yours. But it's there. Wear it proudly and be open to the conversation it may prompt.

I challenge each of us to stand at our fencerows and talk with the neighbors. That's step one. Step two is to install a gate. It would be pretty radical to take the entire fence down. In fact, it probably wouldn't be a good idea. There are things in my defined space that make me uniquely me. And I'm curious about yours. So, for now, let's just create an entrance in our boundaries and use it for frequent visits.

Welcome in.

Monday, February 24, 2020

15 Dry Phrase Followup


On January 30, I asked my Facebook friends for phrases that need a little help. Here is my request:

This may sound odd, but I'm collecting dry phrases. Strings of words that need life injected into them.

Background: I was talking with a friend recently about coffee--something we both enjoy. Rather than saying, "Hold a cup of coffee" we described it as "wrapping our hands around a hot vessel we hold closely". They are the same thing, but isn't the latter a nicer way to start the day?

So there it is. My goal is to collect 15 dry phrases in the next 15 hours. Please share something you hear or use often that deserves improvement. This will be a fun exercise for me. I'll post all 15 when we're done.



Once again, I find need for greater clarity in my writing. I lost people at "..something you hear or use often that deserves improvement."

I'd hoped to be able to improve marketing for people who need taglines and content to create word pictures or spur emotions. Instead, I’ve assembled a group of very short phrases or even single words that cause people to be peevish. Oh, and I am one of those people.

On the plus side, I received at least 25 word/phrase suggestions, exceeding expectations. This exercise/assignment has rested for nearly a month, so let's see it through, shall we?

Here are our suggested phrases.


Fixing supper.

I'll lead with this one from a writer friend. Connie not only suggested it, she delivered it complete with an alternative. “I am preparing an evening culinary experience.” Why mess with success?


Cool.


This was proposed by my friend Aaiza as a response to "everything someone is saying to you at work when they are just being annoying and you want them to go away."

I do not have an improvement. But be advised. If your conversation with somebody goes:

YOU: Blah, blah, blah.

THEM: Cool.

YOU: Blah blah.

THEM: Cool.

YOU: Blah blah blahbity blah. Right?

THEM: Cool.

There is a very real chance it's not cool. You're probably not cool. And we can confidently doubt you're helping them cross items off their to-do list.

In this scenario, "Cool" means, "I hear you. I'm not wasting brain cells on formulating a considered response to your inane banter. In fact, I'm continuing to solve my own problems, futilely attempting multitasking while you stand in or near my personal space and keep me from my appointed duties. Please leave. My eyes are glazing. Please leave now. Cool?"


Getting gas.


Karen, this could mean fueling, refueling, or temporarily containing organic, semi-toxic emissions. It wasn't clear.

It might be clear soon. But will it be silent? Will it be deadly?


Get dressed. Go to work. Make dinner.


Three mundane activities nearly all of us do or assist with. We:
  • Clothe ourselves, reinforcing our workplace personas.
  • Cross our thresholds and travel, mentally preparing ourselves to achieve and overcome, as required.
  • Return to our homes and create nourishing meals to carry us through all our activities. Or we order pizza. And maybe a 2-liter bottle of a carbonated beverage, artificially colored and brimming with high fructose corn syrup. We have options.


Go brush your teeth!


This is convenient oral shorthand. When we hear it, we know what we're being instructed to do.

It's just much faster than saying, "Go apply flavored dentrifice to a long-handled stubby brush and scrub your pearly implements of mastication until they gleam. At least two minutes. And don't swallow!"


Go figure.


It’s difficult to read this one without hearing the sarcasm oozing from each word and puddling on the floor.

"Go figure" acknowledges an unsurprising outcome. It implies, "What did you think would happen?" and may include terms of endearment like "moron," "idiot," or "you goof."


Hang up your coat/clothes.


I wondered why anyone would have to say such a thing. Then, from my comfy recliner, I noticed one jacket hanging from a door knob, and two sweaters doing dual service as throw rugs beside the chair. I remembered other items of clothing draped over or stacked on chairs in our bedroom.

We are very neat here. But only in our dreams.

So, clear the room. Suspend your clothing.


Hold your horses.


Try "Let's pause" instead. It implies at least a pair of people working together.

It doesn't say, "Stop!" That's the last thing most people who have gathered momentum want to hear.

But, for a moment "let's pause" and consider where we are going, where we want to go, and the best way to get there. Then we can snap the reins and get this wagon moving again.


How are you?/How was work?/Fine


This is less a phrase than a polite question. Either one is often used as a conversation starter.

Unfortunately, neither should be construed to be an authentic invitation to further conversation unless there is continual eye contact. "How are you?" has become a vocal nod. It's done like this: Vocally nod. Break eye contact. Keep moving.

We say it, but we don't mean it. For many years I have wanted to write a song and call it The Hi, How'ya Doin', Walk On By Blues.

Either question can be inauthentic, but so is our standard response. "I'm fine" or "It was fine". Indeed? Or are we assuming it's a pro forma question and the asker doesn't really care?

The person who proposed "Fine" or "I'm fine" as a phrase worthy of reconstruction offers what has become his patent response to "How are you?" Eric says, "If I were any better, I'd be twins." If you know you're not destined for a conversation, at least you can leave the asker with something more than they expect.

If you want to know--really want to know--maintain eye contact and be ready to hear. Stop a minute. Listen. At least one of you will benefit from the contact. It may be you.

If you don't really want to know how somebody is, try "Good morning" or "Good afternoon" instead. If a conversation begins, for goodness' sake, don't respond with, "Cool."


I have to grade papers.


Diane, I'd go with "Not now. I'm dispensing academic judgment. Let the wailing begin."


It is what it is.


This is either abject fatalism or Zen-like acceptance. It may also mean, "I prefer to focus on things within my control."

Many people dislike this saying. I disagree. To me it says, "I accept this as a given, but I refuse to give it more consideration than it deserves. It is. It's fact. But it's nothing more than it is, so let's deal with it or work around it and get on with other things."


It’s all good.


We can work with this.

I have a friend who used this as his personal catch phrase. He took a lot of things in stride and, for him, this phrase meant either, "I can work with this," or "I forgive you," or "I'm already working on a different solution." Usually, the feeling I got was something along the lines of "God uses all things for good." Even the ones we haven't planned.

I have another friend who really dislikes this phrase. She is a beautiful, gifted person with a fantastic sense of humor who has endured enough crappy life experiences to believe that, no, it's not all good. Maybe it can be turned to good, but some of "it" is ugly, demeaning, precarious, uncomfortable, and takes its mental, emotional, and physical toll. Some of "it" feels like an endless slide downhill with no solid handholds.

I love both of them. Mr. Catch Phrase has already been called up to the major leagues, but his optimistic, can-do legacy continues in his family who are still here. Ms. Beautiful Gifted is still slugging it out with life. Meanwhile, she continues to feed into other people through the arts, through counseling, and through humor.

Perhaps not all of it is good, but in some measure I've learned through both people that some of it is life-affirming and excellent.


Let the dog out. Let the dog in. Pet the dog. Good girl.


These canine-centric phrases come from Rosie, who may be Man's Best Friend's best friend. These work. Why change them?

Upon reading the first two, I'd give serious consideration to installing a doggie door. Really. Who's getting trained here?

Pet the dog really makes us feel as good as the dog, so don't think that the object of petting gets all the benefit.


Let’s dip up (food).


I have absolutely no idea. Pam, this is my first exposure to this colloquialism.

The Urban Dictionary has "let's dip" as an alternate phrasing for "Let's go" or "Let's leave," but not in reference to food. Conceivably, at Taco Bell you could say, "Let's dip up, then let's dip." If I'm with you, I'll be lost. Twice.


Let's go. Turn left. Wash the dishes. Gas the car. Go out and play. Paint the house. Knit a sweater. Mow the yard.


A package deal. Wow.

This is a group of phrases that is appropriately succinct. The meaning is clear.

Making the phrase more descriptive could provide useful information. Let's go to the park. Turn left at the second traffic signal. Wash the good china dishes by hand. Take the Buick sedan and fill the gas tank. Play in the back yard. Paint the house light blue. Knit a cable stitch sweater. Mow the yard with the riding mower and trim around the planting beds, patio, and sidewalk.


No problem.


This phrase is entrenched. Toni helpfully raised it and I am particularly annoyed by it. Let’s see if I can rant succinctly.

If you’re in a service position and I say thank you, “no problem” to me is an inappropriate response. You are paid to provide the service. You are correct that it is “no problem.” It is your role. It is your responsibility. It is probably a condition of your continued employment. I rarely imply that it is a problem. Instead, I state my gratitude for your performing with thoughtfulness,  excellence, or both. Somehow, one-third of the Holy Trinity of politeness has broken down. Let’s reinstate Please, Thank You, and You’re Welcome. That should be no problem.


No worries.


If No Problem has a sibling or close cousin, this is probably it. It's a shame, too. I use this phrase. My brother-in-law is Australian and I enjoy hearing him use it, so I've borrowed it and put it into greater circulation. I realize I should have more forbearance. Instead, I hereby promise to not call you "Mate" when I use it.

I think "No worries" has a greater sense of "I'm not troubled by this; you shouldn't be either." It's sometimes used when a person has done a favor for somebody and that beneficiary feels they must repay the favor.


Pretty sunset.


My friend Polly made this suggestion. If you want to see sunshine, get her to smile for you.

"Pretty sunset" is perfectly adequate when you're with somebody and you want them to notice a sunset you find particularly attractive. Imagine you're talking with someone who is not with you. Let's say they are in a different time zone or they are in a building with no windows. Now it's time to be more descriptive.

What is it that makes the sunset pretty to you?
  • Is it the intensity of the light as that brilliant orb slowly slides behind the horizon?
  • Is it the nearly indescribable palette of colors presented? Washes of pink, orange, and indigo--combinations you'd never consider if you were the painter, but now that you see how incredibly beautiful they are together, you're tempted to try.
  • Is it the way trees and buildings become silhouettes, shadows cast by that marvelous light?

When you want to bring somebody into your moment of awe, you'll need to use your best descriptive language.


Shut the door.


This could mean, "You had to open it to walk through it, now put the door back the way you found it."

More likely, this is a case of word substitution. Often seen as "Shut the front door," a polite reframing of "Shut the f__k up". It's a nice trick if you can get away with it. As long as your audience knows the translation, shut the front door can have the same gut-punch effect of its salty alter ego.

As for meaning, it might mean stop talking. More often, it means No way! or You can't be serious!


Six one way, half a dozen the other.


A phrase of equivalence. Toe-may'-toe/Toe-mah'-toe. When faced with a choice that, all things considered, has similar or equivalent pros and cons, you might say, "It's a wash," "The differences don't matter," or "Heads or Tails?"


Sounds good.


Despite sounding affirming, this phrase found its way onto Shamaa's peeve list.

Knowing Shamaa, she either truly wants an alternative or somebody in her sphere of influence says this and she's insightfully interpreting it as "Right. What you said. I'm not going to apply myself fully to this situation." If that's the case, "I'll take time to give this the consideration it warrants" would be a much better rephrasing. And also a much better approach.


Sure.


Alison, hopefully you can infer this to mean, "You can be certain of it." I'll not be surprised if it is a monosyllabic, slightly confusing replacement for "You're welcome." If so, it carries even less meaning than "Not a problem."


Time for dinner.


Ms. Sabadash, you had me at "dinner." Yum. To rephrase, "We're doing a disappearing act with food. I'll need your assistance." Leave out the part about Brussels Sprouts unless your crew likes 'em.


WTF


Sue says, "WTF has an immediate answer that comes to mind. But what else could those three letters mean? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is one. Others?"

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is the phoneticized version of the acronym WTF rather than an alternate meaning. As for other expansions of WTF, certainly there is the tamed version, "What the Frick?" Wiktionary also offers us World Taekwondo Federation. Wu Tang Fan would be another logical expansion, but I just made it up. Let's explore the F of WTF further.


How to Give a F


Speaking of "frick", the f in the F word is a fricative, a sound produced by high pressure air flow between a narrow space in the mouth. In this case, it's between the lower teeth and the upper lip. The vocal cords are not involved.

Short-u is pronounced in the center (not front, not back) middle (not high, not low) part of the mouth, and the tongue needs to be relaxed. Phonetics instructors describe the short-u sound as one of the most relaxed sounds we make in the English language.

To make the k sound, we lift the back of the tongue, then cut the air flow. Again, as with the fricative, our vocal cords are not involved.

The F word is special to me.

As we've learned, the F word is economical. Only the short-u sound involves the vocal cords. The fricative at the front of the word feels good, like the release of air from a balloon. We can make the short-u sound brief or long without significantly distorting the word. And the k sound at the end brings the whole experience to a crisp, defined closure. Shut the door!

The F word works well with dynamics.

  • Whisper it to yourself. Go ahead. Just like you want to when your computer fouls up. It's almost an invocation. A cry for justice. Why aren't things working?
  • Say it. Make it short or draw it out. It's all good. Six of one, half dozen of the other. It's a built-in tension release you can always have nearby.
Do this next step only if you're in a safe, private place.
  • Shout it! Release that air and clamp the whole thing down with a hard k sound. Feel better? Go figure. Excellent.

Using this simple tool, you've just expressed a range of emotions. It's less expensive than a spa visit. It wards off strangers. It even puts co-workers on notice. Invaluable. Don't thank me. It's no problem.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Cruising Texas Hill Country


This week I have left Indiana to spend some time with a friend in Texas. He wants to revisit some old haunts and that's much better done with company. So I'm seeing parts of Texas through his memories. It's fun.

Thanks to some very attractive fares, we flew into Austin, then made our way into a couple of northwestern suburbs.

I Like My Music Strait

You can be forgiven if you see this sign and think, "Why that must be George." 

Strait Music Store

Right idea, wrong Strait. I thought the same thing, then looked up the history of the store. With more than 50 years of history serving Austin, clearly there are two Strait families with strong ties to music and to Texas. 

Our base of operations is Towneplace Suites by Marriott. That puts us within fairly easy reach of friends to visit, old haunts, and Texas Hill Country.

Barbecue

Rudy's Country Store and Bar-B-Q, Austin, TX

My friend is no more a Barbecue Snob than I am a Bourbon Snob. But we both know what we like. He is particularly partial to  Rudy's Country Store and Bar-B-Q. Rudy's is a chain that has grown since it opened in 1989 and has now spread well beyond Texas. Austin was my first official visit to this popular restaurant.

Rudy's and Its Famous Barb-B-Q Sause


During our visit, we sampled sausage, moist brisket, dry brisket, and baby back ribs with cole slaw, pickles, onions, white bread, and sweet tea.

The serving staff were very accommodating. No matter what you ordered, they first presented it to you and asked if it looked okay. Then they weighed it and put it into your "basket," a large, deep, plastic tray lined with coated butcher paper. "Plates" were folded pieces of butcher paper added to the tray and each item ordered was served on waxed paper, keeping all the flavors separate.

Seating was at thick tables flanked by benches. Just swing a leg over, hunker down, and get to eatin'.

Baby Back Ribs

Cole Slaw

Maybe someone can explain to me this pest deterrent system. Throughout the porch area where we were dining, plastic bags of water are suspended from the rafters. Apparently, flies do not care for bags of water and this proves successful in limiting the number of incursions into patrons' meals.

No-Fly Zone

Black's Barbecue, San Marcos, TX

Because one meal of brisket is never enough, we also met a friend at Black's Barbecue in San Marcos the next day. This is one of four locations for this outfit.

The exterior of the San Marcos location is fairly nondescript. It is on a side street near an industrial pipe supplier and what looked like an old cotton exchange. The intersection of Grove and Hull was flooded from the rains the area has been having. We pulled into the gravel lot, walked past the cornhole boards and beneath the hanging lights, and found the secret to Black's success was on the inside.

Black's Barbecue Outdoor Seating

Very little can compete with staff who are totally sold on their product. From the time we arrived at Black's, we were treated like family. A lady came up and talked with us. She got us samples of the smoked turkey. I decided that would be my meal. She brought us a sample of the mashed potatoes and showed us that creamed corn as a topping is superior to gravy. I decided that would be one of my sides. As we ordered, we were given sample slices of fatty brisket and pork belly. Each staff member was enthusiastic and truly seemed intent on making certain we fully appreciated their work and enjoyed our visit.

They also had an eye for the competition. My friend was wearing a Salt Lick tee shirt, a competing restaurant. Folks brought him a Black's Barbecue tee shirt and gave it to him. They hoped he'd exchange the Salt Lick shirt, or at least cover it. But they didn't push. Much.

Three very contented men left that restaurant with good memories, an excellent impression of the place, and absolutely no reason to offer anything but praise to family and friends. I would love to return again soon.

Hill Country


When you adopt a place as your own, you want to share it. My friend came to Texas several years ago, met his wife, started a family, and continued to enjoy so much that Texas has to offer. Part of that is food. So we have tried the barbecue here and he continually shows me excellent sources of Latin American food where we live in Indiana.

He also came to love the natural beauty of Texas, so our next destination was not a place, but a region. Texas Hill Country.
br />Like Austin and San Antonio, San Marcos was settled at the base of the Balcones Escarpment and is known as one of the major entry points to the greater Hill Country area. We began from there and soon were climbing into the hills toward Wimberley, Blanco, Johnson City, and Marble Falls, then returning to Austin by way of Lago Vista.

I've read often about this part of the country. Louis L'Amour used it as the setting for several of his books and writes of cowboys brush popping, riding through the all but impenetrable thickets to gather and drive cattle back to the roundup area.

We saw cattle and sheep herds in open areas along the drive and we also saw dense thickets. The thickets looked like they'd be no fun at all to ride a horse through. And even less fun to meet a large, angry animal in and have little room for evasive maneuvers.

The topography changes as we see roadways climb and we peer off into valleys on either side of the highway.
Live oaks fill the areas beside the highway. Brush is cleared way around some. For others, brush and scrub choke the area, limiting sight lines and passage.

Many of the roadways were relatively straight lines between towns, but we also encountered curving, twisting roads that seemed tailor-made for sports cars or motorcycles. With temperatures in the high 50s in mid-February, central Texas seemed just the place to be.

Andalusia Whiskey, Blanco, TX


Outside Blanco, we passed a blue building with the name Andalusia Whiskey Co. prominently displayed on the front. It was a distillery. I've never visited a distillery and had hoped to see one during this trip, so we turned around and went inside. Andalusia proudly creates several varieties of Texas whiskey, which notably differs from Midwestern whiskies.

Andalusia Whiskey Flight

We tried a flight of the Triple Distilled, Revenant Oak, and Stryker.

  • Triple Distilled is like an Irish whiskey. It is smooth with vanilla notes. Very pleasant. 
  • Revenant Oak is peaty and more like a single-malt Scotch, but distinctly American, aged in used American bourbon barrels. 
  • Stryker, as the co-owner pointed out, is unabashedly "smoke-forward" and is smoked with oak, mesquite, and apple woods, then aged in new, charred barrels. 

Each was good in its own way, but the budget was unforgiving. So only the Stryker will be making an appearance at the end of the trip.

Zoom into those labels or look at them on the Andalusia website. The work was done by a good friend of the owner. It's hand-drawn, including the lettering, and is beautiful. It's wonderful to see that level of craftsmanship.

The attention to detail carries through to the tasting room, the lounge at the back of the building, and the whole feel of Andalusia's enterprise. Viewing windows allow visitors to see the distilling process as it's underway. The smoke house is visible from the lounge. An outdoor covered patio area accommodates a number of people, so gather your crowd, visit Blanco, and make an outing of it.



Having sampled the flight and made our purchase, we continued our trip north to Marble Falls. It was mid-afternoon and beyond time for a cup of coffee. Google Maps is a godsend. And it sent us to Numinous.

Numinous Coffee Roasters, Marble Falls, TX


If, like me, you know you've heard the word numinous but you're not recalling what it means, let's let them explain.

As centerpieces go, this one is impressive:


That's right. Just build the room around it.

Numinous has that special feeling that comes from environment and attitude. The person at the register was kind, welcoming, and helpful. She led me to a gluten-free peanut butter and chocolate chip cookie, which I felt was honoring to my wife's concern for my health. And also to my sweet tooth. My friend was skeptical, but was quickly converted to the marvelous possibilities offered by gluten-free foods.

The interior was inviting, with ample seating for small groups.

Drink fixings area
Menu and cold drink selections
Numinous Specials Board

There was more seating available outside, which was particularly appealing to us on a mild day in the middle of February.


Ball Moss (Tillandsia recurvata) is a small epiphyte commonly found clinging to limbs of live oaks and other trees in southwest Texas. Ball Moss is not a moss, but a true plant with flowers and seeds. It is a member of the Bromeliad family, which also contains Spanish moss and pineapple.

We made short work of our coffees and cookie, then headed east to Austin via Lago Vista.

As we neared Lago Vista, we saw more and more structures perched advantageously on hilltops to make the most of the views.

As you see below, the views above Lake Travis are spectacular. This is a part of Texas I could happily live in. It doesn't have the crowds of Austin and its nearest surrounding communities. It offers a number of access points to the water. Both Austin and San Antonio are within easy driving distance.



Having double-dipped on the barbecue experience and gotten, as our friend Billie offered, "full as a tick," we weren't ready for a heavy meal. But we were also not ready to give up on the Texas experience.

Whataburger


That left Whataburger. We must have made room, because we got Whataburger Jrs. AND chocolate shakes. Because, Whataburger. It may be an imperative.

That's our adventure for now. There's more week, so this may continue. There's a much more serious purpose for this visit, but I wanted to share the lighthearted side. The serious and weighty stuff will always be there, but it's not the sum total of life and often not where the better memories are made. Please grab a friend or loved one. Make and share some memories of your own. It's good for the soul.