This river rat does not back down 🤿

Molly always knows how to make a fun day happen. She’s been on me for a while to go to San Marcos and actually swim in the river we have driven by many times on the way to the best Kerby Lane Cafe. “We should swim in that river.,” we always say. 😉

And with a warm and sunny weekend finally upon us, we made it happen today. 🙌

We put in downstream from Sewell Park and slowly inched our way into the frigid spring-fed water while discussing our common dislike of frigid cold water.

But we persisted until the clear green water (yes, it’s clean and green) became downright refreshing. And the wild rice grass in the water all around us became not that weird any more. “I wonder how many people have been lost to the grass,” I joked.

After a few minutes of wading and adjusting, we got out of this cool flow and made our way up to the actual Sewell Park proper and put in again. This time it felt even better, swimming upstream against the current a bit so we could float back downstream in a relaxed way. 🛟

And then we got out and scouted the park a bit more. I suggested that next time we put in up the river and float all the way through the park. It would be like a lazy river at a resort. But we’re done for the day (right?), because Molly seemed tired.

But Molly said, “No. Let’s do it now.”

And so we wound our way down the cool, narrow river and back down to where we started. It was beautiful and refreshing. 🙌

We wrapped up the day with ice cream a short walk away in downtown San Marcos. Nothing says summer like ice cream in a wet swimsuit (and a cowboy hat in my case).

It was pretty damn close to a perfect way to kick off the summer. Btw Claire passed up the trip and understandably chose to rest back at home after her graduation and festivities yesterday. She can suit herself – she’s an adult now. Save all the fun for us kids. 😉

Molly picks up the guitar 🎸

Molly has been talking about learning to play the guitar for a while. “I just want to play covers,” she said.

Last week, we talked in theory about guitar chords, frets, strings, etc. And also just how too hold a guitar.

This week she asked if I could teach her more guitar while the rice crispy treats she was bringing to a Galentine’s sleepover later tonight cooled. ☺️

Was this dad heaven?

We looked up the chords for My Tears Ricochet, since Molly is still a major Swiftie and thought it sounded like of of TS’s simpler songs.

The first chord was a C, so we decided to start with that.

It took a bit of time, patience, and finger pain, but Molly stuck with it. By the time the rice crispy treats were cooled and ready to cut, she knew how to play a C-chord!

Amazing. I thought this would take a few days or weeks, especially since Molly has pretty small fingers at this point in the game.

I was so proud of her. And I had to play her a scene from the movie Flora and Son where the main character first learns the C-chord, and her guitar teacher gives the best speech about it before just jumping into the G-chord.

You are now the proud owner of C, alright?

You didn’t own that five minutes ago. You’re rich. You own something Elvis owned. You own something new, and nobody can take it away from you. This is a gift you can take to the grave and use it whenever you want.

And in the right context, it can speak directly to your heart in ways we don’t even understand. More than thoughts, more than words, more than ideas. Just a chord hanging in there in the air… C.

Damn, I love that scene, and Molly seemed to like it too.

I told Molly she should look up G, the next chord in the song. When I got back from checking email, she showed me her G-chord, and it looks pretty good. 🤯

Creek Show

With Claire finishing up high school and heading to college next year, the holidays are feeling especially nostalgic. Sure, we’ll see her over the holidays after she goes to college, but it won’t be the same as now. 😭

With that in mind, our first holiday-style foray this season was the classic Creek Show, which feels like a mini pre-Christmas light event downtown and warmup for the madness of Trail of Lights.

Actually, their mom got the tickets but gave them to use since she was sick. Thank you, Kit!

Best fajitas in town

Molly is an unabashed Tex-Mex connoisseur. And funnily enough, and quite understandably, she does not like melted cheese. Some people who are not familiar with Tex-Mex may find that to be a contradiction, but Molly knows better.

Her favorite food of any kind currently is chicken fajitas – pass on the cheese.

We’ve been low-level looking for the best chicken fajitas in town, and at the moment the leader of the pack is El Mercdo on South First. So good to get that steamy plate on a cold, cozy day.

Walking UT

Molly is in 8th grade, but after some walks on the campus of a certain neighborhood college, aka UT Austin, she is pretty sure where she wants to go to college.

“I like the vibe,” is her explanation. And she’s keeping her grades up.

We’ve been going on walks all around UT when we can. We’ll walk from West Campus to the football stadium, from the “Hi, how are you?” sign to Hyde Park. We always stop for pizza. The Dollar Slice Club was our initial go-to spot for pizza near campus, but our favorite new spot is Roppolo’s.

Today we checked out the student union, and came across the perfect activity for her: Swiftie Night! I offered to drop her off, but she, being mature, insisted that it’s for actual UT students and not local middle schoolers. Fine, wait a few years then, you dedicated Swiftie. 😉

Molly on GQ

Molly was looking at the cover of GQ magazine, which had Chris Evans trying to look deep and/or tough. ”Why do they always try to look like that?” she asked. And then she struck the same pose.

Well done, Molly. You’re on your way. 🤩

Galveston Gals ’23

At the beginning of the summer, Molly was feeling pretty nostalgic about Galveston from the past few years and requested a return trip this year. Last summer’s trip to Ireland was going to have to be swapped for something more local this summer anyways, so Galveston was perfect in my book.

Since Galveston was such a major part of my own childhood, it really melted my heart that Molly felt the same way, so off we went for quick summer trip to the sandy island. Claire was excited too.

Here’s the trip in pictures, which do not quite capture the intense heat or the relaxed, good cheer. ☺️

The beach…

The beach where we swam and jumped waves, and where Claire walked and listened to the Cranberries.

Misc

Go Karts!