On Saturday we drove to San Antonio and had lunch with my Aunt Edy. I was so glad Dan got to finally meet her, though sadly her dementia/memory loss is much worse than the last time I saw her. We told her about how we met and that we were married about 6 or 8 times, and heard the same five stories about her life several times. But it was nice to see her and I kept thinking about what a neat life she’s had these past 90 years.
After that, we drove to downtown San Antonio and found $5 parking, then walked around the Mexican Market, by a big church with dead people in it, and up to the Alamo, where, sadly, Dan’s bike was not to be found. I hadn’t done these things since I was a kid, and being in the Mexican market especially brought back memories for me – everything looks the same, though I doubt they were selling Lucha Libre masks back in the early 90s.
I had one of these paper flower wreaths with ribbons for YEARS.
When we’d had our fill of downtown, we headed north to my aunt’s house in New Braunfels. We had the garage door code, had directions to access the key, but had neglected to ask how to turn the water on – sadly, we discovered it was off in a less-than-ideal circumstance. But I got to show Edy’s house and yard and stuff to Dan, which was kind of awesome, and also a little bit creepy to be staying in her house with nobody else around. I even half expected her old dog to bark at us every time we came through the door, even though he’s been dead for many years now.
We managed to find our way to a grocery store (HEB) and went to dinner at the Gristmill in Gruene (pronounced Green), home of the oldest dance hall in Texas. Some sort of art and wine festival was going on, so the town was crowded, but we didn’t have to wait too long for a table.
After dinner, we drank wine and played strip Gin. And we discovered that at some point, someone had bought a digital converter box, because the TV actually worked, sort of.