

I have Bekah's domain to call home for awhile and I like what she has done with the room. I'm curious to see how much it will come apart when she leaves for college at the end of the month., At any rate, it's mine for the next week.
I had originally thought this would be a day to day post but it's just regular life going on here and one can only take so many pictures of kids playing video games. I have been sewing and catching up old blog posts so not much on my part either. Not even any fancy cooking. Blah, blah, blah.


The drive lasts about half an hour before our destination is in front of us. I pull my little car into the parking lot and switch to tennis shoes as all the reviews I read said there are rattlesnakes in the area. I'm ready to go now.


There are cactus all over and I have to admit that I love the visual they give.


The boys are ahead of me and I'm trying to catch up as I can hear rattles going off all around me as I walk. No, it is not the cicadas. I know the difference. Yes, there are cicadas as well.
Across the field, I see the remnants of a covered wagon.
Oh look --- the cactus have tuna -
I reach the boys at the remains of The Stone Commissary. This was a two-level permanent commissary built of stone and a heavy log floor frame. Logs enclosed a small room at the south end. Of all the forts in Texas, the commissary at Fort Phantom was known as one of the best constructed.


A cannon is spotted (blurry -- sorry)
and needs to be explored closer
As we start our return to the entrance, I look off towards the side we didn't wander through and see many chimneys left from where The Hospital and Surgeon's Quarters were. The Hospital was made up of three large log rooms under one long thatched roof. Each room had it's own fireplace. Nearly everyone on the post spent time in the hospital due to various illnesses. These included fevers, stomach ailments, and scurvy caused from the lack of fresh fruits and vegetables in their diet. The Surgeon's Quarters was a private, two-room house behind the hospital that was occupied by the surgeon. Behind his house was the large privy, or latrine, which also served the hospital.
A closer look at the covered wagons. Not too close though -- I hear rattles.
And a glance back at where we were. The chimney stacks look like sentinels, simply waiting for a purpose again.


This has been a great activity and I feel as though perhaps I've leaned a bit with this peek into the past.
As we cross the road again, I tell the boys to do an "Abbey Road" think. They have no idea what I am talking about and after explaining, this is the best I get.

It is an accurate description and the pizza is pretty good too. I order a Caprese which has olive oil on the crust and then topped with buffalo mozzarella, tomato, and basil. It is finished with a balsamic vinegar. It truly is as good as it looks and I'm happy cos everyone (some taking longer than others) ate their lunch. Yep, wasting food brings out the grump Gammy in me.


A military plane comes by right overhead and then circles back around.
Thus, showing up in my sunset picture.


8/9 I've decided that today is a "clean" day. Laundry is being sorted, bathrooms bering cleaned, living room and bedrooms vacuumed, etc. Jake, Josh, and I are tackling the refrigerator. Jake mans the sink as I tear the fridge apart and scrubs each part. Josh takes up the post near the ground (too hard for these old knees) and scrubs the bottom and back, followed by cleaning the condiment bottles.
An hour and a half later -- we have achieved our goal. Okay back to your games boys.
8/10 The only think noteworthy today is that we are going to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner to fulfill my personal crazing. The two older boys order pretty spicy wings, with Jacob really taking on some power. It doesn't take long before they are begging the waitress for milk and counting the minutes until it arrives. Jacob actually requires TWO bottles before he is finished.

And that's it. On my way home for more deadlines and activities. I had a great time with the boys -- happy to do it again sometime.
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