Amy and the girls make a point to read books set in whatever location we’re near. They just finished reading Holes, set in Texas, and a major plot point of that book involved eating Texas sweet onions:
Emily found a solution to her watering eyes:
We did a “dinner and movie” night with Texas Onion Soup and Kate Barlow’s Spiced Peaches, and then watched Holes the movie.
We didn’t see any tornados (as was reported in nearby Dallas), but some hail did make quite a mess. I spent a half hour hosing this off, and my white roof is now off-white with yellow stains. If I can help it, I shant be camping directly under any more trees.
The RV was due for an oil change, so we stopped at this random place:
What a find! The owner was a white-haired “man’s man” kind of guy with a thick Texas drawl. He called me “young man,” I called him “sir.” He took me underneath my RV and showed me where everything is and how easy it is to change the oil and transmission fluid (he is also an RV’er). It was nice to hear his opinion that our rig is in excellent shape, and that, in his opinion, the Allison transmission is “thee fahhh-nest” transmission ever made. The $58 I paid for the oil change was worth the RV maintenance tips alone.
Here’s Amy and the girls taking a break at the end of an afternoon later in the week:
Our camping spot was in a shady but not-so-densely-treed area near a lake:
Saturday morning, we made Easter baskets out of grocery sacks:
It was super-duper fun and Emily said my basket was the best!
After lunch, we drove in to Dallas to visit the 6th Floor Museum, located in the Texas School Book Depository where Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK. (No photos were allowed inside the building unfortunately.)
My view from behind the fence at the “grassy knoll:”
This “X” in the road marks the spot where Kennedy took the fatal head shot. Circled is the window from which Lee Harvey Oswald was perched with his rifle.
Overlooking Dealey Plaza: The “grassy knoll” is above Amy’s head, the spot of Kennedy’s fatal shot is behind Carrie’s head, and the road leading under the bridge was the escape route after the assassination. Crazy.
I thoroughly enjoyed seeing all of this, and I thought the 6th Floor Museum was excellent. I’m not a conspiracy theorist, but there are many fishy elements with the Warren Commission’s conclusion that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. On a positive note, I learned that Jackie’s blood-stained pink outfit from that terrible day will finally go on display in the year 2103 (mark your calendars!)
For dinner, we met up with one of Amy’s friends from high school, Sarah Moseley, who lives in Dallas. We ate at a fantastic BBQ place, got free ice cream cones, and Amy enjoyed catching up with a friendly face.
Stopped at Half Price Books after dinner, and I got some DVDs for cheap. While one could argue the artistic merit of any of these cinematic works, one thing is certain: I’ma see me some man-movies:
We had a critter scratching at our front door this morning. It is impressive how fast a squirrel can shell and consume sunflower seeds.
Our Easter morning bounty (sandwich bags had to do in place of plastic Easter eggs):
Let the sugar rush begin:
Natalie wanted to color eggs, so Amy created some DIY dyes with whatever was on hand: coffee, tea, wine, boiled spinach, and cherries:
Not quite a rainbow of hues, but still a job well done:
So here we are for the next several days, camped directly under some ominous-looking trees:
I have my hose ready.