My nieces are in a little home school band and they were playing one of their holiday shows out in a place called Old Town Spring, north of Houston. We got to go and watch them stand in a parking lot, music held by clothes pins to their stands, blowing their horns with all the holiday cheer they could conjure up. It was a nice experience. I have watched them grow up. The oldest is almost 16. I guess I was 14 when she was born. It is nice to watch them get older and become the nice young ladies they have grown up to be. While we were there, I took a few pictures around OTS, a small collection of shops stuffed in turn of the century (the last century, not this one) houses and store fronts. This was my first time there. A few of the pictures I could not resist trying to make some pun of... here we go......
And Jesus said unto thee.... After I ascend to the father, I shall returneth unto you as an inflatable yard ornament for suburban America.
Tiny Tennis Balls... All the balls a guy needs for playing tennis!
(Though I would like to learn tennis someday, I could not resist trying this one out)
No pun for this one... just my wonderful wife on the butterfly bench striking a proper pose.
Later.
