Most people know Texas was a country before it became a state, in 1845. It used to be even bigger, too--twice as big, if you can believe that.
According to a book from Texas Christian University, Going to Texas: Five Centuries of Texas Maps, to raise money, Texas sold off bits of itself to form parts of Colorado, New Mexico, and Kansas. The US government gave the state a paltry $10 million in return. Now Texas is left with only 268,000 square miles of God's country.

Well, I have been saving up these photos long enough. It's Monday morning, and I am ready to unleash them. Sit back and marvel!

Who is this person, and what is he spraying?

I'd prefer a built-in ironing board in the laundry room, but okay,...

This spacious condo comes furnished.

No, really, the furniture conveys!

Another lurking presence materializes during the listing photo session...

...of another furnished condo. Different unit, same agent!

"This one should lure them in!" (The other six photos of this foreclosure house make it look pretty decent.)

Hey, what happened? Everything just went blurry.
My husband's best friend from Italy came to visit us for a couple of weeks. He wanted to see all the attractions in San Antonio, and the subject of Six Flags Fiesta Texas came up. He told me he'd love to go on the rollercoasters. Hot dog! Even though I grew up here, I'd never been to Fiesta Texas, and I haven't been able to find anybody who likes rollercoasters to go with me. My husband doesn't like them, but he volunteered to go along and watch our bags and read a book. The only way I could persuade him to come with us was with the promise of visiting the waterpark, too.
It wasn't until Andrea and I were standing in line in the HOT sunshine for the first ride of the day that he informed me that he had never actually been on a rollercoaster before. So the first ride of his life was on Goliath. He shrieked all the way.
Andrea didn't expect to be terrified by Goliath; suffice to say that he only went on one other rollercoaster that day. It was all I could do to talk him and my husband into going on the Whitewater rafting ride. And it was only because by then the temperature was 105 degrees, and it was obvious we might get a refreshing shower of chlorine-laced water.
So out of the three of us, I'm pretty sure I had the most fun. I think possibly it shows in this photo.

I didn't get to ride the Rattler, disappointingly, because I didn't want to go on it by myself. Besides, we were running out of time. Maybe someday I'll find an experienced 'coaster lover to go with me. Any volunteers?
You ActiveRainers must have been doing your best rain dance. Finally, after two spectacular thunderstorms in the last few days that were entertaining, but disappointingly did not bring any rain, the one last night did. It was wonderful.
We still need lots of rain, though. The drought affecting San Antonio and South Texas for almost two years is either the second-worst or the worst in recorded weather history. Here is the scary map from the US Drought Monitor website:

It doesn't help that there have been two solid months of 100-plus-degree days, and it seems to have been unusually windy this year. All the farmers and ranchers in South Texas have it really bad.
I made a list of all the plants we're going to have to let go, along with our grass, and those we'll continue to water by hand. These include a lot of shrubs and small trees we planted in the spring. We've already lost one mature redbud tree, as well as a fig and a pear as well as a lot of beautiful gingers and other flowering perennials. I don't want any more of our trees to die!
La Nina is the weather cycle to blame. I am praying for the return of Greg Nino's cousin, El, to bring the rain back to South Texas.

Yes, you guessed it. It's the Rose Window (La Ventana de la Rosa) at Mission San Jose in San Antonio. The San Jose mission was established on the San Antonio River in 1720 and is considered a model for the other missions. It's also the best preserved. The National Park Service manages the missions, and I recently visited them again, playing tour guide for a friend from Italy.
The story goes that Pedro Huizar, the sculptor of the Rose Window, spent five obsessive years crafting it. He threw himself into his work, hoping to heal his broken heart.
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