Coming back from Fossil Rim, we stopped at the completely charming historic Small Town of Granbury. It just happened that the town was celebrating its birthday. Strangely (we thought) the street festival was shut down before dark on a Saturday night, 
We'd been warned that spring break was the busiest time of year at this amazing wildlife park an hour south of Fort Worth (see previous post) but my mother, who's been visiting for Gwenny's spring break, really wanted to go. The line of cars was long and painfully slow and the animals too full to bother trolling for snacks. This irritable ostrich whacked Lloyd on the head, hard, and put a few dents in his car. Showed him.
Designed by architects Philip Johnson (who also built the Amon Carter Museum) and John Burgee and completed in 1974, the Fort Worth Water Gardens is a park like no other.Here is The Mountain, with its ten terraces of 20-inch-high steps. 
At least one of us has a social life. Gwenny's friend Emma had her sixth birthday party at Sweet and Sassy, a salon for little girls. After getting their hair done, the little princesses strutted their stuff on stage, played games and ate cake.
"I'm sorry. Since that's a separate problem, you'll have to make a separate service request," the woman at ARC Rapid Rooter told Lloyd when called to tell her that the drain they had cleared not three hours earlier was now backing up into the kitchen sink. What could be more maddening? I'll tell you: Lloyd and I committed a small fortune to having "radiant barrier" sprayed in our attic. Imagine how furious I was to discover, after hours researching what exactly it was that ABC Installation was calling "radiant barrier," (it was Radiosity 3000) that it was in fact little more than a thin layer of flat interior latex and nothing remotely close to Heat-Stop 75, the industry standard. "Gee I'm sorry," the contractor says, through the salesman, 29 clams to stop payment on the check and numerous angry phone calls later, "I didn't know. I've been installing this stuff for years and no one's complained." Please tell me how a middle aged woman who wakes up in the middle of the night with the sneaky suspicion that she's been swindled knows more about the product than the guy who's paid to install it. Unfortunately, that seems to be the law of the land here. Suckers beware!
