So, this past weekend,
my mom and I enjoyed ourselves
in downtown Fort Worth.
I remember my Dad
conducting a wedding ceremony
on one of the larger concrete blocks
back in 1984/85.
We stayed at the Sheraton Hotel
across the street
from the water gardens.
Saturday evening, we ate at the renowned
Joe T. Garcia's
... (since 1935) ...
located in the historic stockyard area.
After we ate, I took mother back to our comfortable retreat,
and I headed across town
to the storage unit
that held all of my/our earthly possessions.
This is the storage unit
that my middle miracle and I
tackled back in mid-June
... when we moved back to Texas
I kinda blogged about all that here
it is time to transfer the stuff
to another location
so I pull into the storage facility
around 10:30 Saturday night
with another 17' foot truck.
I planned to work through-out the night
with the sun asleep ...
there is no way in hell I could face another scorcher.
I open the doors, and this is what faced me.
I had to get real creative with the heavy/large pieces.
Please overlook the poor quality of the snapshots ...
I am still using my basic cellphone as my camera.
Here is an injury I sustained that night.
This is my left arm ... inside, at the bend of my elbow.
I was trying to lift an old rusted garden ornament
up, and over, a tall pile of stuff.
I lost my balance, and fell backwards with it, and it got me.
Got me good.
Here is the mean culprit.
This is the only decent picture I have of it
... it is buried into the ground ...
it was a large fire pit thingy before the bottom decayed.
It has jagged, rusty edges.
Anyway ... enough of that audaciousness.
Before I close, I might as well tell y'all
that I am auditioning tonight
for a chance to go "in front of the crazy line" in Houston
to meet the producers of some new TV show
called The Voice.
I don't watch TV so I don't know anything about it,
but I am going for it.
If I am good enough to make the top 12,
KRBC will post the video of my audition online
for the public to make the final decision
on who to send to Houston.
I'll let y'all know how it goes.