Freezers, Grief, Singing and Thai Food.

Well, the wagon master let his nieces take the reins today. Judy took the first leg while I took notes on my iPad. Not sure how we got on the subject, but we were talking about foods you can freeze. The wagon master has three big freezers in his garage in Port O'Connor. He has lots of stuff in his freezers -venison, gallon bags of fish, ice cream, buttermilk, peas from his garden, the hind quarter of a wild hog, peanut brittle, cookies, stew, and cakes. Lots of cakes.

His wife, my Aunt Berniece, passed away almost a year ago. It has been quite an adjustment for him, as they did absolutely everything together. When he starts to feel blue, the wagon master bakes. The overfilled contents of his freezers are a testament to his love for his wife. It seems everyone in Port O' Connor knows about the freezers. Last week,someone from his bank called to see if he had an extra cake they could buy. A customer had passed away, and they wanted to take a cake to the family. The wagon master said that the cake would be his gift. Cool how baking the cake gave him comfort, and receiving the cake would comfort someone else.

I took my turn at the reins after a few hours. I had conveniently misplaced the Roy Clark cd, so the wagon master, the peacock hunter and Mom sang old gospel songs. Mom and the wagon master sang one song while the peacock hunter sang another. At the same time. After miles and miles and miles of nothing but wind farms and oil rigs (shout out to my friends who went to Tech) we arrived in Canyon, Texas.

We made our plans for tomorrow - breakfast, then be at the Panhandle museum at 9:00. Jeep tour of the canyon in the afternoon, steak dinner and show in the canyon.

Our next decision was dinner. The peacock hunter had her heart set on Thai Spice. After selling it really hard, she got the wagon master to agree, though he pronounced it "thigh"' not Thai. We pulled up to what was clearly an old KFC, walked in the front door, and were greeted by the hostess. The peacock hunter immediately turned on her heels and said, "we gotta go. Somethin' don't smell right.

Much to the joy of the wagon master (and everybody else), we ended up at a great place called Feldman's for some American food.

Stay tuned. Tomorrow's a big day!