We ran up to Goliad yesterday to hit the Christmas market and visit friends and their new house. Goliad is refreshing among SoTex small towns. It is clean, lively, and seems to be thriving, in contrast to such sad dumps as Bloomington and Refugio, places that are hangdog and defeated. Refugio has history, Refugio has some nice old buildings, so why doesn't Refugio have tourists swarming around for Christmas shopping? If I knew how a village can be made to thrive, I'd bottle it and sell it, but anyhow Goliad seems to have found the recipe. Regrettably, Ralph with the cheap spices wasn't there this weekend. I'd meant to restock some things. Maybe we'll catch him later.
Our friends have built a beautiful new house in a bosky dell a few miles out from town. They scuttle out for their jobs and get home as quick as they can, and I don't blame them. It was a fine thing to see, and peace comes dropping slow, with critters domestic and wild and lots of native flora. The full-length windows were crowded with ladybugs who'd miscalculated a hatch because of the warm weather, a move they're no doubt regretting by now. No traffic on Hennig Road, no madding crowds, no noise. These folks have it figured out.
And a bonus: 'In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress.' -John Adams