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Call it a “dry” heat all ya want, it is hot hot hot down here. We escaped the heat in July but made it back for our first August in Austin and not sure what is worse – a 100 plus 2 degrees or zero minus 10 (or the humidity in Charleston – that might be more unbearable than burning or freezing). Luckily, we found a way to beat the heat – sno-cones – finally a snow that we look forward to! But not just any sno-cones, Peaches and Cream ones from the Frigid Frog with slices of fresh Fredericksburg peaches (I am assuming since the peach stand is next to the icee trailer). The ice is drizzled with syrup and some kind of cream and the peaches are layered on the top, down through the bottom! Rich likes peaches because they are fuzzy; I like peaches but not a fan of the fuzz – they are like fruit with a five o’clock shadow and it makes me feel like I am licking a caterpillar.
In donut news, we finally made it up to Round Rock to try the famous Texas Size Round Rock Donut and all it’s glazed goodness – do you see the size of it? Well, it probably looks as big as a donut hole in the picture but it was the size of my head and it did not disappoint. It was almost more donut than we could handle and took us the whole weekend to finish it (but we did – just call us determined!). P.s. For more doughnut happenings, stay tuned to an upcoming fall issues of Southern Living magazine. You might just see your two favorite Austinites doing what they do best – eating doughnuts.
FYI: After looking through my old tweets, it would appear that my life revolves around food (with tweets about going to get it or trying to find it). Which, it is crucial (apparently I get very cranky when I am hungry) and I certainly didn’t deprive myself on vacation with a steady diet of sweets (ice cream, cakes, kettle corn) yet, I didn’t require the seat belt extender on the plane ride home and somehow managed not to gain a pound at all. Which makes me wonder, what’s the point of putting yourself through extreme diets when you can go on vacation for a month and eat whatever you want?! Now we have been back home for a month, back to the gym and eating our salads and, I gained a pound! Anywho, I am still keeping up with the running and Rich even bought me a brand new pair of serious Nikes! In part, because I desperately needed them (the ones I had been wearing were purchased when Rich and I first started dating which makes them over two years old) and also because of my black toe, which no one was able to tell me for sure why it happened but enough people blamed it on wearing the wrong sneakers and with an opportunity to buy new shoes, it seemed likely to me! P.s. I even ran my first race (a 4 miler) while we were back in Buffalo and if it wasn’t for the hundred and 47 people who were faster than me, I would have been 1st! Woohoo!
Neighborhood gossip: The people who live above us are the heaviest walkers we have ever heard. And, it’s not even an occasional slow and steady walk – sometimes it is a solid march, other times it is a quick step and it is constant (long after the bars close and well before my eyes are ready to open). I swear, they must be 400 pounds addicted to caffeine running laps around their living room and doing cartwheels from one room to the other. Then, a couple weeks ago, we woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of arguing and from the sounds of it (with my good ear facing the window) there was a male voice shouting obscenities from the balcony above and a female voice from the ground below pleading incessantly, “I TRiiiiiED!!!” over and over again. As painfully entertaining as the whole exchange was to overhear, I think we witnessed the demise of their coupledom that night (early morning). One down – one to go!
So now, this past weekend, we woke up to the sound of an arc being built in the apartment above us. But, it wasn’t an arc at all – it was the sound of moving – not just the sound of heavy stepping movement across the ceiling but actual moving – out!!! I peeked out the window the see a bare patio and our hunch was confirmed when we left the apartment that afternoon and saw the beautiful Budget rental truck and a man (who turned out not to be 400 pounds by the way) loading it with boxes. So long, farewell!!
Oh, and how could I forget: Last week, while having lunch at home, we were flipping through afternoon television and came across a show called “Eye for an Eye” with Judge Extreme, a baseball bat and a plaintiff and defendant standing in separate cages pleading their case. How could you not stop and watch? So basically what happened was, a girl and guy worked at a diner – girl needed a ride to work – guy gave her a ride to work – guy needed $300 to fix car – girl gave him $300 to fix car and now, girl wants $300 back but guy thought it was a gift. We gave up on the show once it took a commercial break but had stayed tuned long enough to hear that the guy had lost his job at the diner. Fast forward a few days to this past weekend: We went downtown for the Home and Garden Show, pulled into a parking ramp and who was collecting the money?? The guy who was in court tv in our living room just a few days ago! This was the highlight of the whole show. Rich kept nudging me but I couldn’t get the words out to ask him if he ever got his $300 back.