7 Relaxing Takes

And this wide walking path with the overhanging trees, so lovely.

Four

Before the short walk in the lovely park we indulged in the incredible Rain Forest Cafe experience restaurant on the River Walk where the incredibly kind waitress offered to take our picture. It was for the children.

I had two glasses of wine and didn't really care about anything, one way or another, except to feel pretty charmed about the fact that I was never a waitress in a place like The Rainforesf Cafe. Spent the time recounting to myself quietly all my favorite moments from Office Space and being in awe about how good humoured everybody was. The lesson, at its root, is that everyone is better than me and I am evil. Also, the lesson is, when you order a coke slushy, the cup has a tiny frog sealed away in the bottom. And also the lesson is, the food is delicious, and, most problematically, what with the wine and the flashing lights, I ate all of it.

Five

Long before all of that, as we were setting out for the day, I thought I would take a picture of the children, because, you know, I love children, but they were already in the car and so I tried to photograph Matt, who never wants to be photographed ever.

He was suffering from his Usual Annoyance because every day, just before we are about to set out for the day's delights, I apply a layer of nail polish and then stand helplessly, trying to get people to do things for me, so that my labor won't be in vain.

I was, however, in possession of my phone, so I thought I would take some pictures. And then Matt went out and took a picture of me and posted on Facebook, accusing me to trying to take a selfie.

Let the record show, I was not taking a selfie. I was trying to photograph Other People. This you can know from Elphine launching herself into the frame in, what I believe the expression is, a Photo Bomb.

Six

Matt and I got to spend a day on the river walk, sans children, and we walked up and down and generally had a really nice time, including standing for a while looking at this lovely bird.

And the lovely fountain. The river itself is in its usual muddy glory. I know it's sort of cliche, but I do love to get all the way here and rush immediately to the river walk. It drives all the locals crazy. But it's balanced out because I never go to New York City, even though I live so close, or to the Roberson, or to Ithaca. Whereas I'm really familiar with the San Antonio river walk because I come here practically every year.

Seven

Today we are moving from one place to another. I really need to leap up and shove things around and look under beds and try not to leave anything behind. The children are sort of fractious and they keep asking questions and then refusing to listen to the answer and then shouting, “What.” I hate it when children shout What. It's so irritating. And when they ask lots of nonsensical questions. Like, “What year am I gonna be going in the car?” And, “What world is this?”

“How should I know?” I say. I better stop complaining and go tell everyone to stop the infernal screaming.

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