SanSaba sanity for almost sixteen years!
Hello there, my San Saba loves, and how did you fair this past week? Did you visit a fair, ride a merry-go-round, a teeter-totter, eat cotton candy, or did you sit out on your front porch drinking coffee admiring the joys of living small town life? As a matter of point, I have been reading articles about people moving from a large city to small towns and not being prepared; I think I should speak on the subject.
The parentals moved to San Saba almost 16 years ago from the Houston area, so shall we talk about a bit of change and culture shock? Dad was used to stores on every corner, restaurants of every description, flavor and origin a person one could imagine, and well, pretty much anything a heart desired. Now, one might ask why they moved away if life was so grand, so wonderful and perfect. Perhaps it is because life does not have a permanent upside, but like a dachshund, sometimes lives much lower to the ground, but isn’t adorable, loving or precious. The parentals will never complain about peace, quiet, tranquility or the bliss of living in a place that makes them feel so wrapped in warmth and hometown closeness. Oh, hold on, dad did say with all the hunters in town everywhere has gotten crowded. When we visit the Houston area, it is like one of those movies put in fast forward with a trillion cars on the road, people everywhere, buildings on every piece of land, a feeling of total chaos. Mom smiles and says she has no need for insanity in her life as she is sufficient in that department on her own. People who write such articles must be the type who want their cake, someone else to bake it, serve it, and absorb the calories for them! San Saba is the only home I have ever had and the only one I ever want; it is my heart.
I told mom we should go to Australia. Yep, we have been watching this show called McCleod’s Daughters, and I have fallen in love with the spirit of the land, people, atmosphere and wildness of it all. It isn’t that I want to see a kangaroo because I think one would make diced dachshund out of me. Have you seen the size of their feet? No, I want to immerse in the real culture. I laughed because dad said we would have to bring an interpreter because he can hardly understand a word they say. Umm, they speak English in Australia, right? - which makes me not understand dad. Oh wait, that puts me in the same category; he speaks English, too. We really are two peas in a pod.
I am dad’s soft side; the man loves me more than he has ever loved another breathing creature except for Shawn. Yeah, when dad talks to Shawn, he has what I call ‘loving dad proud’ voice, so adorable. Those two have so much in common and yet are very different. Personally, I think parentals who try to make their children become, believe, conform and mold into what they think, mandate, want and trust do a great disservice not only to the heart, mind and spirit of their child but themselves. There is no greater thing than to help a life unfold and blossom into possibility. I sincerely hope each of you embrace your possibilities. It is something I have been thinking about a lot lately since most of the time when I get up to walk, the back of me stays on the hardwoods and will not move. I don’t give up even though I know the parentals are here to pick me up to bring me anywhere I wish to go. Love does not conquer all, nothing does but living life the best way one can, planting joy where sorrow planted seeds of despair, never trusting a weatherman who speaks in terms of a ‘dusting of snow’ (What! are we supposed to grab our Swiffer’s and aprons!), loving with all we are; life can be amazing. I love you, my sweet San Saba family, and thank you for being.