Opinion

I just learned that my ex-husband has remarried. I learned this as we learn about all important life milestones these days: on Facebook.

As the summer months begin, I would like to share a few of the past month’s highlights. Two new councilmembers, Yvonne Johnson and Edward Zapalac, were welcomed and best wishes were extended to outgoing members Jennifer Sullivan and Larry Koy for their dedication and service.

Ran into Doc down at The Mule Barn the other day, so naturally we had to rid the world of about a gallon of coffee and solve the world’s problems for an hour. It is the duty of all true Americans of our age, you know.

There’s an old saying: two wrongs don’t make a right. The idea is (for example) if your neighbor wrongs you by borrowing your hedge clippers and forgets to return them, it doesn’t make things better to send a large, unwanted pizza delivery to his house so he has to pay for it. Those two negatives don’t make a positive. Also, it kind of makes you a jerk.

The old wooden folding table belonged to my grandma. I don’t remember her ever using it.

The final outs were recorded and the 2020-2021 Sealy High School sports season came to an end Friday, May 14, and closed a third season of sports coverage for me down here in the lone star state. I’ve been able to reflect a little bit and since the third anniversary of my college graduation May 20, I’ve been feeling a little extra sentimental about my time here and the crazy roller coaster ride that my tenure has been.

Dud Campbell was at the kitchen table, contemplating what to do next on his novel, “Murder in the Soggy Bottoms.” It’s been a constant concern to him for several years now, since the idea struck him. The idea was a love affair between a duchess in a castle in Europe and an American truck driver on special assignment to her home country.

Everyone knows that I am attached to my desk. I would argue I have good reason. My desk is an extension of myself. Whereas other people are attached to their phones, I frequently lose track of mine. (Just writing this made me wonder where it was. Don’t worry; I found it.) My desk is my home inside my home.

The English language is nutty. It can be understood through tough, thorough thought, though. I wanted to find a way to add the word “trough” to the last sentence, but I feared being thrown out throughout the touted trout throat. See? I knew it wouldn’t work.

We watched the thunderstorm growing, building, off to the west. As we sat on our tailgates sipping coffee and wishing we could be inside at the Mule Barn counter, we just sipped and looked in awe.