Ursula hasn’t been feeling well, what with the overheating thing I’ve been mentioning. It’s as if she’s been running a high but intermittent fever. So she’s been hospitalized since the end of the last trip. They diagnosed the problem, and she’s been waiting for a donated organ (something in her cooling system), but she rejected the first two organs. One was too large, the other too small. We’re hoping the next one is just right—maybe I should have used a Goldilocks metaphor instead of medical one.
The bottom line is that she wasn’t available to make the trip to see Dad this weekend. So we took Maximus Decimus—my Nissan, not to be confused with Maximus Decimus Meridius—for a day-trip yesterday. It may have been the first time Maximus has ever seen rain in Central Texas. I know it was the first time he’s seen mud. (More on that later.)
The trip down was uneventful. Chris, Beth, and Bailey were already there. Bailey spent most of the day trying to sleep wherever she was—on the mule, on a lawn chair, on a couch…
We enjoyed chatting and eating lunch at Dairy Queen and watching the rain come and go. The rain was gentle and varied. Still, the farm got 1.1 inches over the course of the day.
Dad wasn’t feeling good when we got there, and he spent most of the day napping. He was feeling better by the time we left.
He says you can’t learn anything if you’re talking.
On the way out, we stopped to look at some cute calves.
splashing in a mud puddle on the ride back from Dairy Queen.
We let the GPS guide us on a road I hadn’t been down before because it said it was shorter than the normal route. It turns out to be caliche and slick as owl snot after the rain. Maximus’s traction control even kicked in a couple of times. It was a lot of fun, even though Maximus is still shedding caliche after three trips through the Wash Tub.