As If I Didn't Have A Care In The World

On Sunday morning, I packed up the truck in order to hit the road to parts hither and thither.  I really couldn't afford a week-long trip, but I felt compelled to escape exile from Fort Worth for mental health reasons.  In spite of my efforts to make the best out of my time living here, I instantly felt better as soon as the city limit signs were in my rearview mirror.  After making my usual stop at the Czech Bakery in West, I resumed driving in the direction of Cameron.  A friend pastors the Methodist Church, and I wanted to make a surprise visit.  I may have compromised my intentions when I sent a text message to my friend asking if he would be in town.  I still think he was surprised when I showed up.  The church's worship service and subsequent sermon by the pastor were both enjoyable.  After a three-hour delay, including lunch with his family, I was back on the road toward Yoakum.  I did make a few more stops in both Giddings and Schulenburg to check out and photograph a few historical sites.  That evening I caught a movie, Midway, with family.  On Monday morning, I headed to Victoria for a few items of interest, namely a time of fellowship with a friend.  We had a marvelous time together.  If the weather doesn't end up raining as forecasted, I plan on visiting Palmetto State Park in Gonzales in the morning (Tuesday).  Who knows what else my mini-vacation will bring?!  I have till next Sunday to find out.  Have a great week and enjoy the holidays with friends and family.

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