Had a nice round of golf with Angel yesterday. Good thing we were playing for fun and he had a cold--I'm a mite rusty, and old as he is, he's still younger than I am.

Fred and Wesley got in late last night, along with his mother. Guess the funeral didn't take long, but it sounded like they'd had time to prepare. Poor soul. Looks like she's ( Read more... )

Invitation arrived in the mail yesterday. Not that Fred hadn't been keeping us posted on the date and all that, but seeing it in that fancy script made it pretty official.

"Winifred Burkle and Wesley Windham-PryceMy little girl's getting married. At least I can feel happy about it--Wesley's a fine young man. I remember how he was looking at her ( Read more... )

We'll be ready to catch our flight home tomorrow. Kind of a shame we're having to leave so soon, but how were we to know Wesley was going to propose to Fred ( Read more... )

Folks are still having a good time in there, but sometimes it's nice to get a little peace and quiet.

*sits down on a bench and gazes up at the sky*

Don't see too many stars here. Well, can't always see 'em at home, the way the city's been sprawling closer and closer to our house. Fred used to love to look at the stars.

What with one thing and another last night, I didn't get to do more than just introduce myself to Wesley, but I saw the way my daughter was looking at him, and how he was looking at her, and I'm not so old and decrepit that I've forgotten what those kind of looks mean. (And if I ever stop looking at Trish that way, you might as well drop me in the ( Read more... )

... and the drivers here are even worse than the ones who emigrate to Texas. But the highways aren't nearly as bad as the ones back home, so we're managing.

Seems Fred's young man is out hunting raccoons today along with the fellow who saved her, so we haven't met them yet. Truth be told, we weren't much up for socializing at first--jet lag and ( Read more... )