I just got back from Piper and my anniversary trip (14 years of goodness baby). If you know me, you know that I thrive on efficiency. I tend to run with the RPM gauge a click below redline but can usually keep from getting into redline because of my detailed (some of my staff would say anal) systems. So when my wife proposed this year’s vacation I listened and had to stop and unnaturally say, “Okay, if that is what you want to do, let’s to” with fake smile on my face. The vacations I plan go like this. We go to London, wake up at the crack of dawn and go from historical site to historical site all day until we wrap it up with a nice slow dinner to counteract the pace we went at all day. New York City, same philosophy. But my wife was proposing something different. Three days in the middle of the Texas Hill Country in a cabin . . . no museums, historical places, or five star french restaurants to end the day. I set about packing and realized all I needed was some flip-flops and shorts/t-shirts. Okay, easy. Then we made the drive.
Last Night in Civilization. In deference to me, my wife planned for us to stay an intitial night in Austin where we caught a great Indian dinner at the Clay Pit and headed to Sixth Street to hear a Delta Spirit and Matt Costa concert. And the next morning we left civilization for the outskirts of Wimberley, TX to a cabin and vast nothingness.



Day 1 in nowhere. As we entered the Cabin complete with hot tub and an observatory on top I thought, “Not too bad.” We sat and talked with no distractions sans our 3 children. I then grilled using charcoal in a gas only grill (they had run out) that ended up shooting sparks all over deck making the BBQ much more exciting. As I drove out later and saw the huge ‘extreme burn ban’ sign, I felt lucky Smokey The Bear didn’t come knocking or, worse, sneaking into the cabin at night to eat me.
Day 2. We slept in…ahhh. Okay technically I slept in and my lovely wife whose biorhythmic clock has been permanently altered by 5:30 a.m. daily runs managed to make it until about 6:30 a.m. She graciously set on the balcony and read until I awoke. Being the terrific husband that I am, I had brought a copy of Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work. While not nearly as sound as When Sinners Say I Do, it has some incredible conversational exercises in it which we proceeded to talk through all morning. Then a fresh cheese, fruit and deli meat lunch on fancy french bread (see I almost got my 5 star restaurant). After lunch, lounging in bed reading Chief of Staff , further kindling my fascination with all things Lyndon B. Johnson brought more alive that we were only about 30 miles from his ranch. And then drifting off into a quaint summer nap. Hey, I wasn’t doing too badly at this chilling out thing after all. We took a long post-nap afternoon walk over some beautiful hilly roads . . . thank you God, that I have resumed running a bit in addition to my swimming so I wouldn’t appear unmacho and wimpy in front of my marathon wife climbing the mini-mountains. . . you are truly a good God. Followed by a nice steak dinner at the one nice restaurant a short drive into the village and then back to the cabin, enjoying a beautiful sunset (censored at this point…..)
Day 3. Woke up a bit earlier and turned the hot tub into a swimming pool by turning off the heater and so we soaked in a bit of sun, chatted, and read a bit more, dipping into the water periodically. I was actually enjoying chilling out. WOW! Then we packed up and made the drive home to Fort Worth town. I was tempted to stop by and take my pulse and blood pressure on the Albertson’s b.p machine …you know the one that feels like its going to shoot your bicep up into your brain. I had a feeling they had both dropped dramatically (not that they were anywhere in the concern zone before).
Home Again. We got home and greeted mom-in-law and dad-in-law and the three urchins (MiMi let’s them where whatever they want, a dangerous supposition for a 4 year old spitfire girl). We were told that our eldest, 8-year-old Lexi, had thoroughly laid down the law as mini-mom throughout the weekend (I am still fairly sure she is going to be a Supreme Court Justice or a Judaizer as she loves her some rules). Later I sat down at the computer and planned next year’s vacation options. Either a frenetic sunrise to sunset daily historical extravaganza through our nation’s capital or, if funding permits, a blitzkrieg tour of Germany and Austria. Maybe I didn’t learn so well after all.