Monday, November 23, 2015

It's Never Enough Time, But I Really Like My Own Bed

Home again. It was a wonderful weekend visit to Oklahoma. I really love my family. I even got to see a couple of friends. I am grateful for the time we could spend together, but I still wish it could've been just a little bit longer.

On Saturday, my brother and I drove into Tulsa to the Wild at Art art show. My high school friend was a featured artist. Actually, I won a drawing for one of her paintings. That thrilled me to no end. I love her style. Bold color, expressionistic Oklahoma landscapes. She does farm animals, too. The landscapes are my favorite. Now I have a 5x7 of a tall grass prairie. As an added bonus we got to visit for a bit. She is just as fun as I remember.

Miles drove us a bit around downtown Tulsa before we headed back to Claremore. We went by way of Catoosa. We had to see the big blue whale. If you did not grow up in this area you may not understand the awesomeness of the Big Blue Whale. Here. I found a picture.

See? Isn't that fantastic. I remember swimming here. Not this trip. November is not a good time to swim. Just to reminisce.

We stopped to eat at Eggbert's. That is the place I got my first job. My old boss was there. He has a remarkable memory and we had a lovely talk. He did mention how terrible I was when I first started. He was right. I was so very shy. I have no idea why I thought waiting tables would be a good idea for someone afraid to talk to people. Now I tell people that waiting tables is the quickest cure for shyness.

The rest of the evening was spent quietly at Dad's house. The next day we were at Grandpa John's. Mom made a trip over from Arkansas to spend some time with us and to get some family pics before Daniel leaves.

I love my family. I love spending time with them. There never seems to be quite enough time. If I could have my wish we would all live close to each other. Just not in Oklahoma. I like that I grew up there, but I don't really want to go back except to visit. It seems that I prefer nostalgia over the real experience. If circumstances were such that we needed to move to Oklahoma, I'm sure I would be fine. I would be able to find all the things to love about being there. For now, Texas is the place to be. Maybe someday I'll want to go back.


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