2011 & its weather

2011 was no 2010, and it certainly was no 2006 (not enough karaoke), but there were celebrations had and opportunities seized and hard work done. It was also a year of weather. This weather tale begins when Ernst and Young acquired Dano’s company, and he was all like “no way” and I was all like “I crave temperance.” To be clear, I was referring to the weather, and had probably just dug my Miata out of a snow pile because it wasn’t yet May, so I was a little biased. But then Dano was like “yeah, and let’s drive with the top down year-round.”


So we packed up all of our stuff,
The big schlep - North Grafton to Austin


said goodbye to all of our friends,
(here are are saying goodbye to friends over hot dogs, like classy folk)
Old school dining.


assured mothers we’d still visit,


and drove a couple thousand miles. Not here, though. Our condo was extremely conveniently located just over a mile from the Pike.
The big schlep - North Grafton to Austin


Sammer came along for the drive, and took most of the pictures. Here she is demonstrating what the kids apparently call a “duck face” in a disappointing Calhoun’s in Nashville.
The big schlep - North Grafton to Austin


On the way out of state, Mass said goodbye with a sudden and relentless rain shower. But then it followed that up with a little rainbow dessert. Which is so tear-jerkingly bittersweet it embarrasses me every time I think of it.
The big schlep - North Grafton to Austin


We arrived to the beauty of months of cloudless skies, paired the longest 100o+ streak in Austin’s recorded history,which really interfered with fully embracing the glory of months of cloudless skies.


The big schlep - North Grafton to Austin


The yard doesn’t look like much in this shot, but this was after a scant month or so of triple digit highs. These were that lawn’s halcyon days, when, in its naive optimism, it dreamt of becoming a lush paradise upon next rainfall. After the several months of continued drought and outrageously hot temperatures even for Texas (I was assured by more tenured locals), any form of lawn maintenance resulted primarily in piles of dirt and pebbles and the bottom of a broken thermometer thrown onto the withered pyre like some kind of slap in the face to underline how fucked our lawn will remain until it is fully reseeded.


…reseeded by some other sucker. Heh.


Anyway, the weather has since improved, much to our delight.

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