Bodacious Boomer

Well I went to the feesachiatrist, AKA psychiatrist, today for my intake session. I started talking and my therapist started writing. I spoke for 10 minutes, non-stop. Then he asked a question and it was another 10 minutes.

After that he said “Well, you’ve certainly led an interesting life. I can see why you’d be stressed.”  I asked him if he was going to need another pad for all of his notes. He just smiled and kept writing.

We were hungry when I finished today so Doug and I stopped at the Ranch 99 store for lunch. It’s a ginormous Chinese supermarket that just happens to have a small buffet area. For $4.99  it’s all you can put in the container; enough for Doug and I to share. Doug loaded it up with what we thought was KungPao chicken, some kind of beef, and noodles. Well we thought it was beef anyway.

I attempted to eat some, without success; then Doug tried, unsuccessfully. You might remember that I have all my teeth. I’ve never encountered a piece of beef that tough. We’re not exactly sure what it was. I tried to ask. However since I do not speak Chinese I never got very far. I’m just hoping that it wasn’t once called Fido or Miss Kitty.  Mystery meat for sure.

I’ve only encountered that once before. The first time was about 18 years ago in Mexico. We’d taken the kids there for spring break to an all-inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta. We did a day trip to go snorkeling and on the way back we were treated to lunch. It was supposed to be “catch of the day”. By the time we stopped for lunch we were starving. As we were eating, Doug and I looked at each other with a knowing look. We’re not sure what it was. However, it hadn’t come from the water- that was for sure.

Part of our trip earlier that same day was riding some really old, broken down looking mules through the jungle to a waterfall. They put us on wooden saddles.  The kids, who were very young at the time, didn’t seem to notice how painful those saddles were. However, deciding that someday I might want to enjoy sex again, I got off that wooden saddle (which was hurting my girl parts)  and chose to walk. I fear “catch of the day” may have been one of the mules that just couldn’t carry  tourists anymore. (Of course we kept that suspicion to ourselves).

Anyway, we’re off to San Antonio later today and will be working there for 2 days, then on to Austin for the kite festival on Sunday. I just hope my arm doesn’t fall plum off. Since I don’t have a laptop I’ll be back on Monday. Have a great weekend.