Weekend Reprieve!

Earlier this week my mother announced she was planning a surprise visit to Fort Worth for this weekend.  This was cause for great joy and certainly something to look forward too.  The subsequent days in the interim were spent in preparation for her visit.  By 12:15 p.m. today, I was finished with work and hurriedly began to wrap-up a few remaining chores and errands.  As predicted, both my mother and step-father arrived at the apartment at precisely 6 p.m.  They made great time during the trek from Yoakum to Fort Worth.  Coincidentally, the trip was in concert with a mandatory evacuation of the Gulf Coast as Hurricane Harvey made landfall.  Thankfully, they did not have any difficulty while undertaking their journey.  (Their visit was not due to the impending bad weather.)  In addition, the D/FW area did not get any of the rain the weather forecasted.  That was an added plus as the inclement weather may have dampened our visit and intended sight-seeing.  First we got checked in to their hotel.  Then we headed to the Ol' South Pancake House for a light dinner.  For a change, I couldn't eat the entire chicken fried steak platter I ordered.  (Aren't left-overs better the second time around?)  Finally we called it a night.  Tomorrow will bring a full day as we have a few items on our itinerary.  Of course I'm already enjoying the special visit.  The last time they came to see me was in March of 2016 for a nephew's/cousin's wedding.  More will get posted as the weekend progresses.  Good night!

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