When the calendar page turns to Spring, my life gets a little more exciting. Take this week, for instance.
Saturday morning the sun was out and bluebonnets were calling my name, but by the end of the day, more than wildflowers were blooming. Bill and I were on our way to the annual Ennis Bluebonnet Festival. We took a little side adventure to get some foot-long coney’s at a Sonic somewhere in South Dallas and I won’t bore you with the details, but the conversation was good.
Bill & I both work from home and spend most of every day together, but it’s only when I get him out of the house that I discover what’s going on in his mind. Bill’s considering some changes to his professional pursuits and over our coneys he opened up about what he’s thinking of doing. Even if we never made it to Ennis, that curbside conversation was well worth leaving the house.
Coneys consumed and conversation in full throttle, we let the GPS take us back to the interstate. The plan was to find Exit 259 and view some bluebonnets, then take in the festival. Almost as soon as we entered the freeway, we saw there was a Sonic at the next exit. But if we’d stayed on 45, I might have missed the opportunity to hear what Bill was thinking, because the Sonic was part of a service station and we would have zoomed through the drive-thru for burgers instead of enjoying coneys on a sun-drenched patio. Still chatting away, I checked the exit number, which was in the 270’s and a mile or so north of Ennis. I knew we were close, but our interesting conversation distracted me until we reached Exit 251B. Since this was the exit to downtown Ennis, we figured it was fated we should enjoy the festival first and then see the bluebonnets.
One of Bill’s possible career choices involves direct marketing, so he extemporaneously interviewed some of the vendors. At one booth a landscape painter, who also sold handmade jewelry by other artists, bragged that he’d replaced his corporate income with his dual product lines and he was much happier than he had been before. Since food was one of Bill’s possible products, we watched to see if sampling led to purchases and promised each other we’d never market anything we had to deep fry on location. Further along we found a petting zoo. The proprietor had dumped her mortgage lending career at the height of the real estate boom and now had five crews running petting zoos at birthday parties, festivals and such, all over the area. She’d replaced her corporate income and her husband’s salary many times over. Bill began to really warm up to his new project.
Needless to say, the bluebonnets were beautiful and we found the people-watching almost as entertaining as the seasonal flora. The day was perfect in every single way – but that’s not how every adventure turns out. On a gorgeous day a few weeks before, Bill was invited to a networking event on a catamaran at Lake Lewisville. The sunshine outside his window prompted him to sign us up. He had no idea the day of the actual event would be cold, misty and windy.
Early on the morning of the sunset sail, I asked Bill if a patio dress would be appropriate for the cruise. He assured me it would, but the weather insisted I wear jeans and long sleeves, instead. No sunshine brightened our route as we crawled north on Preston Road and Hwy 121. When we found our turnoff, it looked as if we were headed into a residential area, not to something called Pier 121. As we got out of the car, I felt my hair frizz. I also realized I should have brought along a winter coat. The omens were not auspicious.
But the omens were wrong! Linking Together In North Texas sponsored a great (if chilly) event. Big D Cats’ Chamonix II is a glorious sailing vessel and Captain Mike keeps her spotless. The attendees were as eager to eat the delicious barbecue from Rudy’s as they were to welcome newcomers to their ranks. I learned about a new Writers Guild a printer was hoping to start, got a lead on a possible freelance writing gig and found some new readers for my blog. All this and a sunset cruise – even if the sunset was obscured by the wind, clouds and mist.
It’s spring and everything’s blossoming out – bluebonnets and opportunities. What are you anticipating before the dog days of summer arrive?