Drive to San Antonio, Texas

You know, there have been way to many holidays these past few days. President's Day, Fat Tuesday, Lent, The day the battle of the Alamo began, and the birthday of George Harrison, a member of the Beatles, a band I don't think many people have heard of. But to the Alamo. The day of the Alamo, the day the battle began, was on February 23rd, 1836, only a few days ago, incidentally, because this blog post is about our arrival at the town, of San Antonio. I won't talk exclusivly about coming into the cool little town as much, but will talk a little bit in detail about the beginning of the day, perhaps spending a paragraph or two at the most on the beginning part, and pushing in some details here and there, but not too much. In the morning we woke up, and after doing that kind of lounged around, deciding that after only a few days in Texas, we would be going to San Antonio, lair of the famous fight of the Alamo. We took showers, and did other things, like taking the dogs out for the final time of San Jacinto River park. There are a lot of San TOWNNAMEHERE cities in Texas, and we would see more along the trail. I wonder what San means. Maybe someone can tell me, perhaps? But there are only those towns by the Mexican land, so it must be a Mexican name or phrase.

Where was I? Ah, yes. Mom wanted to do some laundry, and there was a whole building dedicated to it, so we decided to try it out. I went, with all the bleach and such, having only done this like two other times. We had to go behind the one office under an outside porch with picnic tables, past the pool, and turning left where some plants and a rock path was, between the two buildings. We then turned right once more, and then walked in. We had a sack, cross-patch material, and very large, like Santa Claus or something. Mom had quarters in a zip lock bag, and I had the bleach. We walked with the sheets and clothes in our sack, as we entered the white little building, and the table and chairs on our left, with another table on the left wall, and then the remainder of the room filled with washing and drying machines, plus in the left back corner a video game arcade machine, Pack Man. In the right back corner was a door to another room, locked. Another one was on the left wall, facing by a corner some washing machines. We put down our sack, as Mom told me to put them in the washing machines, and she put the quarters in after closing it. Then Mom left, with me watching all the clothes (only a little amount in proportion) in the washing machines, as she went to get more. There was a nice lady in there, young, brown haired, and I was reading a boring part in A Tramp Abroad, so I ventured to talk to her.

I talked about how I hated laundry and that it was a girl thing, as she said she did it all the time. Her husband worked as a construction dude, and they were engaged, and in the process of planning their wedding. I found that out in the subject of books, and she said she didn't really have time with them, because of planning the wedding. Her name was Katie. She left after taking some stuff away, but she would come back later. I read more of the book, and when Mom returned she put more in and gave me a few quarters to play Pack Man. I was pretty bad at it, but I'm no gamer anyway. I liked talking to Katie though. And then, a short haired white haired plump women, who I would later know as Eugene came in. As Mom went back once more, putting the clothes in the drier, I offered my seat and Eugene sat down, saying I was much the gentlemen, as she looked at a Bass Pro shop. We talked about everything from books to her wedding anniverary coming up to the trip to where they were going for the big 50th - the 49th was fast approaching but they were already planning the next one. She didn't want to go on a cruise because on the news there was a crash; I'm sure you've heard of it. But it was nice to talk to Eugene.

She was talking about how she liked the book, Little Women and I said my mom liked it, as the one machine on the drying stock of drying machines stopped, and she looked and saw a few articles of clothing. She asked me if it was my Mom's, for if it was I would have to take it. I wasn't sure of the unfamiliar underwear and purple stuff, but it might be Rebecca's... you know what, I told myself, I would just wait 'til Mom came... she would know. When she came in with a few more quarters, she told me that it wasn't, and so we left the clothing in there. So, long story short, we went back and forth, taking clothes and taking them back, and Mom forgot the bleach one time and I got it, and Rebecca came after a while and helped us with the clothes. We went the front way in front of the office, and one time when I went alone a dog tied to a column put his nose at me, and it was very scary. I went away quickly. He wasn't there right now. Eugene left in her hunter pickup truck, and I wished both Katie a good honeymoon, with a good annivarsy to Eugene. An old marriage and a bright new relationship. The stuff of nations. But anyhow, we took the hot newly dried clothes, and we had to hold it carefully to not give it wrinkles. I hate laundry.

Later in the day we payed our fee at the R.V. place, saying goodbye, as we took the stuff in, with my gloves on, and we then drove off, attaching the jeep a little way's out of San Jacinto. I blogged as we drove the few hours to San Antonio, going through the square with a brown rock wall fence, where the Alamo was. We saw some river and some other buildings, brick or glass. I was excited to go to this famous place. At a KOA, with the rain coming down hard, and the gravel so muddy, we parked beneath trees, and blogged later in the night as we also watched some T.V. Well, the next day would bring... some interesting things. Goodbye for now.

MY WHISKERS ARE SPEAKING TO ME!!!,

Andrew.