A HAPPY BOY

John finally made it to Wimberley on Saturday afternoon. The first thing he did on Sunday was dive into one of his back-breaking, heat-stroke-causing, sweat-bathing, outdoor projects (clearing out and hauling off a garage-full of accumulated crap, then power-washing everything down) after three months of being totally sedentary. I was running out there every few minutes to check on him (thus irritating the heck out of him) but just didn't have the heart to make him stop. When he finally came in, his face was red as a beet and his clothes were soaking wet, but he was a happy boy.

Not long after he got cleaned up, our friends Paula and Tim arrived, having made the 2 1/2 hour drive from College Station just to spend the afternoon with him. They guys were able to sit on the porch together, smoking cee-gars, for the first time in almost a year; got to watch the end of the World Cup together in the man-cave; and then we took John to dinner at Salt Lick Barbecue over in Driftwood - his first time since before his by-pass surgery a year ago May. All in all, I'd say it was John's idea of a perfect day!