Alicia Lopez’s Musings

Archive for July 2011

It hardly seems possible,  June sneaked in and out, and here we are in July!  Where did the month go?  I certainly don’t remember anything extraordinary, other than what I mentioned in my blog, titled “June, Dad, Grad, Mad”.

I was in Dallas the first week of this hot month of July.  It was even hot in my cool mountain home, reaching 90 degrees, something that doesn’t happen too often.  It prepared me for the 100 plus temperatures (and humidity) of  Big D.  I was in town for another of my dog/house sitter jobs for one of my daughters.

If I thought that time was flying by, my daughter and son-in-law experienced it at triple time.  My grandson, their only child, and they were flying to Lubbock for student and family orientation at Texas Tech.  Was it only yesterday when he was young?

Niles and Frazier, their two Westies welcomed me.  They are partial to this particular grandmother since I play with them and give them lots of love and attention. ( Don’t tell my pooch!)  He stays in El Paso with my son and his dachshund cousin.

The weather, as I stated, was hot.  Too hot to venture for long periods of time outside the refrigerated house.  I spent a lot of leisure time doing crossword puzzles, reading, and playing on the computer.  Gosh, it sounds like what I do at home, except for answering want ads and going on interviews.

I was talked into staying through the July 4th holiday, and I am certainly glad I did.

On the Saturday before the 4th, we attended an air show in Mabank, Texas, which is where my son in law’s mother resides.  It was quite spectacular, not in the grandeur of the Biggs Air Show in El Paso, but enough to give it competition.  There was a Japanese Zero from World War II, and the P 47, and several other P’s I couldn’t identify.  My hubby would have known all of them since he was an airplane buff and could name any plane flying.  The huge B 52 also flew, and a cargo plane larger than that.

On Sunday I attended a fireworks display at the Adriatica Center  with my children.  They had a band which played music from the Beatles, and I was quite amused to see most of the crowd (over 50’s) singing along, and waving their children’s lighted toys back and forth, just like in the concerts when they were teenagers. (What they waved then I don’t know) And, just like in that past time, I didn’t enjoy the music! My son could not understand why I didn’t like it, but I am from the big band era, Frank Sinatra, etc. how can you possibly compare that sound to rock and roll?  Guess I’m stating my age.

I was doubly amused when my son told me his grand-daughter plays music which all sounds the same;  same thing I told them  30 some odd years ago.

The fireworks followed, and it was awe-inspiring.  We all had fun enjoying each other’s company, and all the goings on.  The trip home was the only bummer, we waited in line for about an hour because of the number of people in attendance.

The next day I flew home, back to reality.  It was nice while it lasted.

Hasta la Vista