Sometimes, it's hard to go with the flow
My eight-year-old Esten is learning a few life lessons while he's visiting his Nana and Grandpa in El Paso with his mom and brother Will. Christine enrolled Esten in an art camp—which is right up his alley—while they are visiting, held at the El Paso Museum of Art. It's a great opportunity for our budding artist to get to explore different mediums, color palettes and more.
But Esten really likes to draw Star Wars characters and battle scenes. And one day when the teacher told them about their project, which was not a Star Wars battle scene, he was less than enthused when his mama picked him up from class.
He told Christine he didn't like class that day because the students couldn't draw what they wanted.
"Sometimes you just have to go with the flow," his mom explained.
"Yeah, but sometimes the flow doesn't take me where I want to go," Esten explained seriously.
Then he and his mom cracked up at what he had just said.
Welcome to life, son.
Condolences to the family of Bo Simmons after his recent passing. "Mr. Simmons" was a big part of my early childhood as his twins Stephany and Stacy lived directly behind us.
Kevin and I and the twins were playmates and there are some hilarious and slightly embarrassing pictures of us at birthday parties and other play days— drinking Big Red, fingers up our nose, giving playful smooches. Those were all taken by Bo.
He also built a ladder so we could scamper over their chainlink fence on the way to each other's yards to play. He laughed at how indignant we were when the vacant lot between our two homes was purchased to build a new home. "That was our play area," we whined.
He was also a wonderful father to his girls. Bo lost his wife Shirley when his girls were barely eight years old. They were my first friends who had lost a parent. You can imagine what this working father had to deal with, raising two children by himself. But he persevered and raised them into two wonderful women and fine parents in their own right. You can't leave any better legacy than that.
God bless Bo and the Simmons family.
This Texas heat is making for one blistering summer. Someone remind me not to stay in the sun long without a shirt on. I was medium rare after a short jog the other day.
These come from friend Jerry Caywood.
You know you're in Texas in July when:
• The birds have to use pot holders to pull worms out of the ground.
• The trees are whistling for the dogs.
• The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
• Hot water now comes out of both taps.
• You learn that a seat belt buck le makes a prett y good branding iron.
• The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
• You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.
• You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.
• You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
• You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
• Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
• You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
• The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
• Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.
• The cows are giving evaporated milk. Ah, what a place to calhome.