A Bunch of Ballooney

Back on Feb. 14, Jane got this little treat. Little did we know, these puppies don't deflate overnight. So after a month of tolerating it around the house, we came up with a plan to get rid of it . . . (which, as you'll see, almost didn't happen)

Today we received this:

Lott, TX is roughly 100 miles from Austin. Mission accomplished.

Snoozer

The night Mary Austin turned 3 months old,
she surprised us with 8 straight hours of sleep.
Since then, she's kept it up, even stretching it out
to 9 or 10 a couple of times. Love her!

As a reward, we tchotchke'd up a corner
of the guest room just for her.
Coco & Mo collaborated on the giraffe quilt... in 1973.
Tiny boots belonged to Daddy... in 1973.

Master of the 2-finger suck.

Looking big all of a sudden.

In awe of her sister's architectures and tin foil sculptures.

Its already hot here.
Go Heels!

Why are those Gurglars wearing masks?

It's the Monday after SXSW. Everyone has a spiritual / literal hangover. Good times this year, lots of old faces popping over for a hello. Saw some pretty decent music, missed a lot of very decent music. Mitch Easter in the house! Just tired now.

Kicked things off with GP.



The scene from in front of SXSJ. All the crazies came out for free tunes and $3 Shiners.


The Features. Apparently, these guys are like my age and are just now getting traction. My age being anything north of 30.


From the poop deck at San Jose. Dad Klammed Matthew and Ira from Nada Surf back here.


Beav spotted the super model. Looks like she spotted me.

VIP ladies.


That's Gerard from Matador, checking out the Men. Must be buzzovens.


The Men, courtesy of Chauncey J.

Alabama Shakes.


Eric Burdon of the Animals, with Brendan Benson. Surreal on multiple levels.


The other Raconteur.



Blitzen Trappists.


The Eastern Sea.


Built to Spill. Closers.





Sunday meander, duck feeding.


Flashes from St. Patty's Day.


Go Heels. Go Pack. Take notes Hoos.

Houston, we have a goblin

40,000 nerds have descended on the ATX. We got out of dodge. These totems were placed near the exit for safe driving. Destination: Houston. Home of the Rockets, rockets and rocket scientists.



Poop for weather. Car smelled like beef fat and soggy hamburger buns.


First stop, Revival Market. Everyone was anxious to stretch their legs and stomach walls.


Museum of Fine Arts. Photography, not permitted.


Overnight at the Hotel Icon. They upgraded us, for some random reason, put the bath right in the middle of the living room.




Dinner at Hunyh, pretty stellar Vietnamese.


Menil Museum and Rothko Chapel. We don't get the Chapel. Probably because it's actually a Chapel.


Slept all the way there, and all the way back.


Breakfast at Pondicherry. The world's largest chocolate brioche. This was, in Jane's words, "better than Star Wars".

The Chernobyl Squirrel

Busy here on Deep Eddy. Making lists, making plans, making messes. Mary Austin continues to confound the baby manuals. She's a gobbler for sure. Jane is in her "booty" phase - picking up tidbits from the playground and stringing them into the new fables. Set to music. Good for car rides, bad for bed time.

Managed a Sunday fishing trip. 12 hour bender, on the Colorado. Caught fish this time, broke in the boat. The attack team left at dawn.












Did I already post this? This shag has been 86'd. Funny looking though.


Winz and I got to see an ACL taping - the CIVIL WARS. Pretty epic near-40 stuff.


Need new body.


I got hopped on the Belgiums and organized my fly box. Jane finds this super fascinating. She can oddly name several patterns. Most interested in anything with gold and silver sparkles - the octopus slayers.


We went to see Ghostbusters the play. Put on by my friend Lucy. Community theater is back.


MEATBALLZ.


And tonight - the wife made our first PHO, with pork meatballs. Check out the jibs with the chopsticks. She ate for an hour and a half.



Sorry Gunners. Somebody rescue Greece.