Tea With Miss Lucy Anole
Mr. Anole made a surprise appearance in his new coat yesterday. A green one instead of the brown one he was wearing when we met. He heard that he was being photographed, I am fairly certain. I told him he looked dapper in it. I noticed a bit of pink blush spread under his chin as he agreed that green really is his best color. He could only linger for a few moments . He was on his way to tea with Miss Lucy Anole. Her bug Juice Tea is the envy of all the lady Anoles in Trumpet Town, you know.
Mr. Anole told me to tentatively pencil him in for next Tuesday at four and headed off to meet Ms. Lucy in the Bouganvilla on the Smith’s veranda. I waved and called out, Hasta la vista! Then I headed off to pick up Boy from his tennis lesson. Mr. Anole and I have such conflicting social calendars that it is difficult for us to sit down for tea and a long chat these days.
On my way to pick up Boy, I stopped for my iced coffee, of course. After I picked it up, I turned the wrong way down Rio Grande Street. Dang! I would just have to turn around since I really wanted to go the other way around town. When I pulled into the parking lot of an old Victoria restaurant to turn around, I noticed a reflection in the side windows. I liked it so I snapped a couple of photos of it. I am going to show this to Mr. Anole on Tuesday, I thought to myself, since he loved the hot flies that he ate at La Siesta when he was a boy. All of the Anoles knew La Siesta had the best flies in town. That was before the owners moved to a better location and took his dad with them on a potted plant. But, his emigration to the North Side is another story.
Meanwhile, I have visiting to do and a story to write about all of my children at Mickey D’s!
Hasta luego, Amigos!