Solo lobo for this hobo

Haven't seen my daughter in like three months. Beav blew in for much needed coddling, last weekend. Both girls arrive on Tuesday, thank the lord. It's been 105 here for three dozen days straight. Of the twelve days I've been in country, 8 of them have been out of town - Orlando (gads) and Salt Lake (better, oddly).

Car arrived, door to driver side wouldn't open. Can't make this shit up. I've eaten my way through a small ton of refried beans and sausage, ran up a $100 in cab rides around town, and am currently cat sitting in a haunted house, somewhere near the barrio. We move into new rental house in the next couple days, she needs some love. And a lawn artist. We're the only family to move here from NYC, only to have too much stuff for a three bedroom house.

I've no idea where my cables and costly electronics are, so kind of hamstrung. If you're reading this, resend me your cell numbers, I torpedo'd the inbox accidentally.

But did manage these, from Lake Austin, day 1.



Meanwhile, the gparents keep me well oiled with evidence of daughter's wherabouts:


This is what I've been missing.



My parents are coming next weekend, as is the furniture, apparently. Magnolia Electric Co. tonight, followed by Gold Cup final tomorrow at the Newman's.

Mo' Lovin

Dad's working, Mom's packing, and Jane's living the life — week 2 of her vacation at Sullivan's Island. She's walking everywhere, finally some evidence below:



Seems her favorite person these days is her grandpa Mo. She says his name over and over again. He walks out to the beach and she stands on the porch pointing at him, saying his name. She also has started saying her Uncle Josh's name, which you think would be tough to say. Still no "Mama" by the way...


Hmm.... no explanation needed:


Headed to Austin in the morning to check out the new house, celebrate 4 years of McKennadom... Today!



Missing everyone!
xo Winz

Low Country to Just Country

Made it to Austin, miss my ladies terribly already. Went out with a bang though - played some golf at the Muni with Josh and Mo, ate fabulously, kept my shirt on, participated meekly in some crossword business, wore some funny hats.

Thousand thanks to the Beavers for enabling, so ably. We are pretty blessed.

Last of the beach baby bikini series. She's a pointer.







My beautiful ladies.

MM with a little evidence, Mo transfused.

These guys beat me by 40 strokes. Emasculating, but pretty fun.


We make excellent pirates.



Frogmore.

Heavens. The Lioness learned to say Josh, say reports.


Saw the new house today. Managed a walk through via a little B&E. It's hot here. First day of work tomorrow, cramming on Simpsons.

xoxxooxox

Sandy Bottom Gang Makes Hay, Mojitos

Well, I push off tomorrow for Austin. Jane and Beav are here for another spell, than logistics kick in I guess. We are having emotions about it.

Very tired, full, very sunburned. Got it Monday, blistered today, pretty bush league shit on my part. Great here, as always - toppish notches.

Jane is only walking now, no assists. That's a two day old discovery. Means mobile. Into windex drawer and anything like stairs. She loves the beach, the sand, the Meters.

Her with ducks, high steppin:




She has many bathing suits, admirers and new tricks & toys here.

Like a Steve Keene painting I used to own.

Blue Steel.

Babysitters:

The ultimate fighting machine.

Porch treats:

When asked how long the sandbags on the chrome dome would hold, in minutes:


Four days now, mystery shoes:


Mouthful of boiled peanuts for the peanut:

Wilco will love you baby:


Mr. Miller Chill about to lose his shirt, financing:


Josh and MM are here finally. Transfusions happened, ditto some Knopfler.

Will correct course in the AM. Kisses. Love to the McKennas, horribly missed.

Safe travels clan Bryce, silver tank, record collection.

Born to Run, Briefly

Ignore last post, never made it more than 80 miles from NYC. Actually never cleared NJ. Car failure. Three belts tossed in three seconds. AAA involved, as was the Quality Inn Easton, PA. GRIM. It was ambitious briefly.

From that lovely vale:

These were taken from my alleged last night in NYC, at my all time fave Spuyten Duyvil, prior to the embarssment on I-78.

So, drove back to NYC after Easton, drank some of the wine we couldn't ship, and took these, which actually were from my last night in NYC, from Anella, AARP special. Meatballs + Mashed Potatoes for JB, which she ordered personally.

Flew down to Sullivan's Island Saturday morning with the girls. Was picked up by Laura and Mike, straight to the bikini beach party on Folly for the 4th. Pet pigs, Crowded House cover band, micro bottoms, good times. Jane unfazed by the rocketry.

From the 5th.


And first run on the beach as half toddler. Loves the sand. Loves the water. Staged many escapes from the Romulon Dome Mr. Beaver constructed.


HK dinner party - chicken bog, beansers, dog licks, TK drinking Sweet Tea Vodka (for the record, denies ever ordering the Miller Chill from Shem Creek, this trip last year).

Happy Birthday America.