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Lazy Bones
June 3, 2009, 3:08 pm
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Mr. Burns Owns the Bed, originally uploaded by pixielove.

I’m having a hard time leaving the house at this point…it’s so cozy in the upstairs lounge where I have guitar, satellite TV, interwebs, three cats, two dogs, and a patch of warm sunshine just begging for me to nap.

I was forced out this morning only because the animals were hungrily stalking me through the house until I remembered they did not have food.

Creek Dog Townes ran and hid when I said, “Walk?” Burns and Max peacefully napped together on the bed. And Jack the Beagle had no interest in my lunch.

I gotta get outta here!



Sabbatical Companion


Sabbatical Companion

Originally uploaded by pixielove

Yesterday was my first real day on sabbatical and boy, did I have grand plans:

  • Get up early with Pancho and exercise
  • Change name at social security administration
  • Enjoy grand park adventure with dogs
  • Frame paintings purchased on honeymoon over a year ago
  • Rid house of kim-chi and bulgalbi cookout smells
  • Overachieve on songwriting class homework
  • Write best one-line book summary ever
  • Rock out on guitar
  • Make most delicious homemade bread

What was I thinking? Pancho wakes up at the crack of dawn.

Here’s my real day:

  • Wake up at 7:30am and Facebook for one hour
  • Try to take the dogs for a walk only to discover Pancho took leashes to work
  • Maintain safe driving to Red Bud Island while Jack the Beagle stands on back of seat and pants in ear
  • Try to pay the housekeeper only to discover Pancho absconded with cash
  • Pick up Pancho for lunch at Mooyah
  • Drop off paintings and return Pancho to work
  • Go back to Pancho’s work to pick up cash I forgot
  • Eavesdrop on domestic squabble between birds squatting in Purple Martin house
  • Photograph Max Cat, my dear sabbatical companion who sleeps in the dirty laundry basket as I write.

Not what I’d planned, but wonderfully free.



Mau Mau and the Missing Tree
August 8, 2008, 11:03 pm
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Today’s word of the day was “mau-mau” which means to intimidate by hostile confrontation or threats. I feel like I’ve been mau-maued today.

This morning, Pancho left for work about 20 minutes ahead of me. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When I walked out on my way to work, there was a strange orange zippy car parked in front of the house. Inside my head, I noted how rude the neighbors were.

As I turned the corner toward the driveway, I noticed my husband’s car still parked next to mine. Strange since he’d left quite a while back.

As I walked past his car, I noticed his briefcase on the ground next to the rear tire. Hmm.Things were not looking good.

I called his cell to see what was going on; I heard it ringing nearby and panicked. My husband had been kidnapped!

And then he answered. From the backyard. Where he was standing with the city arborist who owned the orange zippy car.

They were discussing the imminent removal of my dear old red oak tree. Conspirators.

If I hadn’t caught them scheming in the backyard, I would have come home to a giant hole in my skyline where my glorious old red oak tree sheltered countless birds and squirrels. A girl needs some warning about these things!

The red oak died of oak wilt within the last year, so I knew the day was coming. We were holding out to allow the baby squirrels and birds to leave it. I suppose that time has come.

I will miss the red headed woodpecker that dines on the red oak’s insect inhabitants every morning. And the expansive canopy of branches, even though it’s final leaves fell last fall.

Farewell, my lovely tree.

(If you look carefully, you’ll see the woodpecker on the middle trunk of the tree next to a knot where he likes to feast.)



Grupo Groupie
July 27, 2008, 3:14 pm
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I love Grupo Fantasma. I loved them in the Brian Ramos days when their first few albums came out…I loved them when Prince discovered and adopted them as his favorite house band…and I love them now as they seem to be stepping out into the big-time.

Pancho and I caught them last night at Antone’s for one of their two hometown shows before they head out to Europe again, and left with the same mixed feelings that we have about our beloved city of Austin. We miss the way things felt in the early days, when both our city and the band were being discovered and there was a passionate camaraderie among people who knew about something new and exciting that we wanted to share with anyone who would listen. And at the same time, we love that we were right; that people listened to what we had to say and agreed with us…even though it means that the growing popularity of the things we love means that they’ll never be what they were when we first fell in love with them.

For a long time, I missed Brian Ramos. His distinctive voice was so much of what I loved about the band in the early days and after he left I worried about how long my love for Grupo could last. But listening to Grupo last night helped me recognized that I love Grupo today even more than I did back then…they’ve become so much more than the ensemble of incredibly talented individuals they were in those days–they’re a single organism of incredible energy and precision delivering a cohesive flow of entertainment from the moment they step onto the stage until well after they have left. It’s an amazing and powerful experience to see eleven musicians live on stage performing with the same perfection and unity that so many others can achieve only through a carefully produced recorded album.

If you’ve never heard them, check them out: http://www.grupofantasma.com/.  And while last night they were the ones with the feeling of homecoming, I look forward to a show 20 years from now where we all feel like we’re returning home in some way–to a time when our city and our band were on the verge of discovery and our souls were moved to dance.



Hellboy II

Advance screening at the Alamo Drafthouse…AWESOME.



Bus Date
May 4, 2008, 9:41 pm
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We’ve been talking about taking the bus downtown since we moved into this house…and this weekend, we finally did it.

It’s not that I’m averse to public transportation; in fact, I really like taking public transit when I’m traveling in other cities. I just don’t at home. Until now.

Bus people are an interesting crowd, especially on a Saturday when your regular work-week commuters are absent. We encountered the Trippy Angster, who flailed his arms about and talked a LOT to invisible friends. He looked about twenty and wreaked of angst…hence the name.

Then there was the Rebel Trio…two got on at one stop, including a girl with a tiny little puppy…and one got on at the next stop. They talked about the wild party from the previous night where one of the guys hooked up with a girl whose name he couldn’t remember, and then they left…leaving behind a red Sharpie marker. What do you do on a bus with a red Sharpie marker, I wonder?

Once at our destination, we made a bee-line for the Mrs. Baird’s Bread Stage where our favorite Latin band was playing–Grupo Fantasma. We caught the end of The Lemurs as Pancho hit up the taco stand for carne guisada tacos and I cleaned out Kebabalicious and boy, it was.

Pancho and I got our groove on and swayed the night away…and then we joined the night bus people on the adventure home.



The Beagle Brigade
May 3, 2008, 9:13 pm
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Jackson Browne…Jack Attack…Pooty McStinker…Poots…Jackolantern…they all call up the same crazy dog that we adopted last year: Jack the Beagle.

During our adventure at Eeyore’s Birthday last weekend (where Jack saw his first horses and a macaw–all at the same time…and learned the joys of baying to the beats in the drum circles), we met a lady who organizes the Austin Beagle Brigade. I imagined chaos with loud, howling beagle dogs running around like my Jack…clearly, I had to see this in person.

Jack loves to ride in the car. He thinks anyplace the car takes you is the park. Sometimes, the parks are pretty bad (like when we go to the post office, or our old duplex that we’re renovating). And sometimes, they are awesome (like Red Bud or Auditorium Shores or Onion Creek). Regardless, a trip in the car is exciting for Jack.

First, there’s the joy inside the house as he sees that we’re not going to work. Then, there’s the race to get to the car first. He can’t bear to think that Townes might get his window seat. Pancho and I always carry earplugs for the ride…poor Townes smiles and hopes we get there quickly. So much anticipation and excitement for our little Jack, and then…he doesn’t even play with the other beagles. He doesn’t like being separated from Townes.
It turns our our guy was the loudest in the group, and he eventually took on one good chase with the beagles, running all over the park baying at the group. When he wasn’t baying, he was climbing in the laps of onlookers…he thinks he’s a small lap dog even though he’s 50 pounds.

Our Jack…you gotta love him.