Weekend in Navasota

navasotalogoFriday, Ronnie and I had lunch at the grand opening of Classic Rock Café, housed where Blues Alley used to be prior to last summer’s devastating rainstorm. The mayor, Bert Miller, was there (because he owns the place), as were many of the townspeople.  We’re all eager for it to succeed because, finally, there is a downtown venue where we can eat something besides a burger or barbecue. I had the Strawberry Fields Salad and a peach smoothie. Yes, it was as delicious as it sounds.

After lunch we got haircuts at Klassy Kuts. Ronnie’s haircut was priced at $12 while I was charged $15. Mine took less time, but cost $3 more. Go figure. Still, the price is a fraction of what we’d pay in Houston for the same stellar styles.

Navasota celebrated its 150th anniversary on Saturday and, as they always report in small town community newspapers, “A good time was had by all.”

The festivities started without us with mini train rides for the kids. But we made it by city hall in time to glad-hand our city officials and listen to a musical performance in the lobby. There was a fun picnic on the lawn followed by a vintage baseball game. Cool weather with sunshine and blue skies brought everyone out to enjoy the first hint we’ve had of autumn. After triple digit heat for the past months, temperatures in the 70s are known as Texas cold fronts. Wish I could say it will continue to get cooler, but looks like we are headed back up the thermometer into the low 90s next week.

We spent the afternoon as volunteers at the newly opened Best History Museum at the Horlock House, east of downtown. Two Rivers Historical Foundation, of which we are members, is responsible for the museum, so we were happy to help.  The editor from the Navasota Examiner came by with her camera to take photos of the current exhibit, which includes artifacts from the era when cotton was king and Navasota was a major rail junction for three major rails. Afterwards, Ronnie dropped me at home and drove down to the Navasota Theatre playhouse to add his presence to the audience for “The Count Will Rise Again.”

This morning we’re attending the Presbyterian Church at the invitation of James and Ruby Evans. He’s a CPA and a fellow Aggie alumnus. The minister is young, mid-thirties, and expected to preach a fine sermon.

Just another chapter of typical small town living, and we are loving every minute.

Earth Angel

earth-angelIt’s been a tough week. The hand surgery went well, but I ate pain medicine like M&Ms for three days. Thank God I live with an earth angel.

Don’t laugh. Ronnie should be canonized as quickly as Mother Theresa by the Vatican after he dies because he is a saint who has willingly and cheerfully been at my beck and call. It’s a miracle that he’s stayed with me because I’ve been a one-handed whining woman for a week now, and we still have another four days until the hand is unwrapped and the stitches are removed.

He’s doled out meds in the right dosage at the appropriate times.

Ron: “The directions say take one to two pills.”

Me: “Two!”

Ron: “Every four to six hours.”

Me: “Four!”

Eventually he scaled me back to one every six hours, but I was adamant about staying ahead of the pain for several days. And there has been plenty of pain. The doctor warned me there would be, and he was being truthful. But the swelling is gradually going down because I’ve been faithful about keeping the hand elevated above my heart.

Ronnie has driven me to Houston twice already for meetings. (Yes, my picture is the illustration next to “Responsible One” in the dictionary.) He’s carried my iPad, my papers, and my purse. He’s supplied me with bottled water that he uncaps for me, and he’s prepared meals that he cuts up for me.

I’d say more, but I’m having to type with one hand, and that means I’m moving around the keyboard with one finger, hunting and pecking. The good news is that recovery is on the horizon.  In the meanwhile, I am one blessed woman to be living with an angel.


Settling In

theatreI am as puffed up as a Gecko. My sweetie just got elected to the Board of the Navasota Theatre Alliance. He is going to serve a 3-year term as its IT Officer. He’ll be doing everything from tracking ticket sales to managing and hosting the organization’s website.

This is a big commitment for Ronnie who has been happy as a puppy staying close to the house. I’m the social butterfly of the family, but talent beats winging it, and my sweetie is an expert around computers. He’s excited about it, too, saying he is eager to make his contribution to our town’s cultural scene.

Of course, we will both be supporting the organization by attending the stage plays—as we have been doing since we arrived here three years ago. Thursday night, in preparation for Halloween, the play “The Count Will Rise Again, Dracula in Dixie” opens. It’s billed as a “riotous spoof of the Dracula legend as southern as boiled peanuts,” and runs through Oct. 23. Ticket information:  http://navasotatheatre.org/dracula/

Anyone who lives in a small town knows that it takes time for newcomers to become accepted in a community. When I was growing up in Huntsville, TX, I remember how new families moved to town and sent their children to school. It was hard to be the new kid, not knowing anyone and no one really welcoming you until they’d sized you up. I never had to face that kind of isolation because I attended all 12 grades in Huntsville public schools. But my dad attended a new school nearly every year when he was growing up because his father was a trouble-shooter for a retail chain and moved all over the country putting out fires. Daddy’s stories of loneliness made me sensitive to newcomers, and as much as a clueless, firmly rooted kid could, I tried my best not to be unfriendly or snobbish.

I think it’s easier for adults to assimilate into a new community. Ronnie and I have attended the Rattler football games, danced at the Western Club, attended several churches, shopped weekly at Brookshire Bros. grocery store, and banked at the local branch of Wells Fargo. We’ve gone to the movies at the Miller Theater (open only on the weekends), supported the annual Bubba Can Cook Music Fest and BBQ Cook-off, and celebrated the annual Texas Birthday Bash in downtown Navasota.

More recently we joined the Two Rivers Historical Foundation, dedicated to the preserving local history throughout Grimes County, and we thoroughly enjoy the camaraderie. We actually met one of Two Rivers members at a NTA dinner theatre, and she invited us to a Two Rivers meeting.

That’s how it works, I think. You move to a new place and start attending events and meeting neighbors. Once they see what nice folks you are, they invite you to get involved in the things that matter to them, to the community, and you settle in.

I appreciate NTA’s vote of confidence in Ronnie. I know he will make them proud.