We went to the zoo. Katie tried to talk to the animals and got mad at them when they didn’t say hi back. Otherwise she had the best time ever. I gave Hailey the camera and let her take all the pictures.
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.
JFK, Houston, September 12, 1962
Forty years ago we landed men on the moon. A culmination of a decade long goal. A goal established to advance science. A goal that was hard to achieve. A goal that seemed unimaginable. A goal made of dreams.
Today our generation lacks the commitment to repeat the same, lacks the stamina to plan and complete long tasks, lacks the wisdom to admit that there are problems that must be tackled today. Problems that can be solved while they are only hard, not impossible.
Spring Break 2007. Brianna made me get on a plane and take her on a real vacation. It was a blast. I miss the pool, the food, and the weather.
View the set.
We took Hailey to Sea World for the last day of the season on our season passes. Next year we will have to buy Hailey a pass too.
Hailey likes to sing a song that goes…
> One little monkey swinging in the tree
> Teasing Mr. Alligator, can’t catch me
> And the alligator…
> *** SNATCHED ***
> that monkey right out of the tree
We were about to go eat lunch and stopped to look at the Alligators in the pond.
I told Hailey there were no monkeys in the trees because the alligators snatched them all out, just like in the song.
A trip to New Braunfels for a weekend at the River House.
A visit to Fredd and Roxanne’s house in San Antonio for a visit and food.
San Marcos is a small town situated midway between the sprawling
outskirts of Austin and San Antonio. Each year, in the summer,
approximately half of the town’s population leave when the school year
ends. Today Fredd and I returned to visit the history, memories, and
landscape of the town that was our once our home.
Central Texas has seen rain since the week began. The rivers San
Marcos and Blanco make their course through the small town. The heavy
continuous rain has resulted in speculation that one or both of the
rivers could flood. We were on the lookout, camera’s in hand, to
document the flood. Instead we come away with the luscious green
landscape and roaring waterfalls.