Forgetting Galveston – Uncharted Waters

Those of you who’ve followed Fork for a while know that life is a song for me – literally. Nearly every minute of every day, something, someone or just a random word or phrase sets a song a playin’ in my head. Y’all can just imagine what last week was like. Night and day, day and night it was:

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin’.

Glen Campbell’s hit, Galveston, was released in 1969. I was 12. Because of the era, many thought the song was about the Vietnam War, but according to song writer Jimmy Webb, he was picturing a battle during The Spanish-American War, with the cannons blazing in Galveston.

Music wasn’t the only thing on my mind as Galveston got stuck on repeat. I also thought about the artist and his decision to tour with his family one last time, before Alzheimer’s claims his ability to perform. In a recent interview, Campbell discussed the diagnosis he received earlier this year.

“I’m fine,” the 75-year-old singer and guitarist said during a chat in the kitchen of his home in Malibu. “It’s just sometimes days are better than other ones. But that’s going on your whole life.  Well, not your whole life.” Then he pulled out a quip: “One guy asks another, ‘You lived around here your whole life?’ The other guy says, ‘Not yet!’ ” ~ The New York Times

I can’t overstate my admiration for people like Campbell and Tennessee Vols coach Pat Summitt, for sharing their journey into the unthinkable unknown.

If you’re not familiar with Pat Summitt, she’s the all-time winningest coach (men’s or women’s in any division), in NCCA basketball history. I saw her interview with Robin Roberts on 20/20. She’s quite a lady. She was diagnosed with early-onset dementia last summer at age 59.

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My heart and prayers are with my friend, Debby, who is flying from Florida to the West coast next week to visit her Mama who no longer remembers that she has a daughter. Debby can’t even call her Mama because it confuses and upsets her. I can’t imagine the heartache.

Oh, love. If you can’t accept a few grey clouds in your own heart, you’d never understand the centuries of midnight in mine. ~ Elizabeth Butler, Surrender

For those of you who’ve been asking, we’re fine. We don’t have a job yet. We’re waiting to join a rig that’s moving in a week. When I have moments that I’m tempted to get discouraged about finances, or any minor inconvenience, my thoughts turn to people like Glen and Pat and Debby and her Mama who are bravely navigating uncharted waters. My life is so easy.

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Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston

The Fruit of the Sea

Anyway, like I was sayin’, shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey’s uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that’s about it. ~ Bubba (Forest Gump)

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I threw this together really quickly. The quality is lacking but I thought you might enjoy seeing some photos from the harbor.

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We’ve spent a good part of this past week talking with local fisherman. It’s been great fun! Shrimping isn’t particularly good right now. It’s the drought. Who knew the drought affects shrimping?

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LJ, the captain of The Mr Marker patiently explained this while showing us his catch for the day – all of which was going to a bait store.

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Tomorrow we pick up the RV and then it’s back to the holding tank while we wait for an assignment.

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Eat at Joe’s


Food is an important part of a balanced diet.  ~Fran Lebowitz

Have you ever had your lunch watch you eat? That happened to me yesterday, not for the first time, but it’s still a little disconcerting. We’ve had some interesting lunches in the 14 months we’ve been in Texas. Until  this week, the catch of the day ranged from squirrel/ rabbit / quail stew …

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… to  wild hogs, snared right outside the RV window.

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And then roasted and delivered to our door step by our good buddy, Jimmy.

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And there were the tarantulas delivered up in a crock pot by Ron, our driller.

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I passed on those. 😀

Since the RV repair work is being done in Houston, we took the short drive to Galveston Island to wait for the call that all that was bent is straight again and the lavender window has been refitted to match it’s mates. This isn’t so much a planned vacation as it is a mandatory work break. But if I’m not going to be working, my heart’s pull is always toward the ocean.

With no paychecks coming in, we’ve been living on peanut butter and jelly and pretzels and cheese, but yesterday we did something radical and went to a restaurant on the gulf.

I found the sign floating in the water.

This immediately sent my jukebox brain back in time to Suzy Bogguss and Eat at Joe’s. 😀

So we did: Eat at Joe’s.

Heidi, who loves the sea but not the food that comes from it, settled for a Chipolte Hamburger which was clearly dead.

I chose the Grandaddy Lobster Crab Pot which kept it’s eye on me while I ate it.

Today it’s back to peanut butter and jelly that doesn’t watch me eat and the free Ferry boat ride that doesn’t go anywhere! Life is Good! 😀