February 2017 Weather Summary


Temperature trend lines for Februaries, 2010-2017
(Copyright © 2017 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

February 2017 was our warmest February on record, beating the previous year, which in turn bested 2012. The high-low average (HLA) was 63.79°F, nearly five degrees warmer per day than the previous record-breaking February.

Not only was February 2017 warmer than all previous Februaries (and Januaries and Decembers), but it was warmer than the averages for March and November — only two Marches and two Novembers in the past eight years have been warmer than this February.

Our high for the month was 91°F, on the 23rd, which is the earliest we’ve ever experienced a 90-degree day, and the highest high that I can find ever recorded for February. Our low was 38°F, on the 16th, which is the warmest low for any February since we’ve lived here — also well above average for typically warmer months like March and November. Such a warm month would better fit among Aprils and Octobers.

We didn’t set any daily record lows, but recorded six daily record highs (and tied another).

No days dipped below freezing, which is rare for February. Since we moved here in 2009, the only other February that saw zero freezing days was in 2013.

I measured 3.52 inches of rainfall for February 2017. This makes it the wettest February since we’ve lived here (beating 2010). Only six days saw precipitation, however, which is a bit below average.

• PREDICTIONS

While it’s really too early to make predictions for this year, I did so last month and might as well note some continuing trends.

1. Our combined January/February HLA has never been this warm. The last time a year opened this warmly (2012), we ended up with our warmest year of all time. That year, March, April, and May all set records that still stand.

2. We’ve never seen a February low as high as 38°F, especially following a very cold January low (16°F). Usually, if February’s lowest temp is relatively warm, it followed a relatively warm January, but that wasn’t the case this year.

3. Only twice before have both January and February been warmer than the preceding December. One was 2012, our warmest year on record, and the other was 2014, our coolest year since moving here.

4. The last time January/February combined for so few freezing days was 2012, our warmest year on record.

5. The last time January/February combined for so many inches of rain (6.52″) was in 2010, an above-average rainfall year.

January 2017 Weather Summary (Local)


Trend lines for Augusts and Januaries, 2010-2017
(Copyright © 2017 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

January 2017 was our second-warmest January since moving to Killeen, Texas (follow the blue trend line in the image above), with a high-low average (HLA) of 54.89°F, second only to January 2012 — our warmest year in recorded history. Though January averages as our coldest month, this January was warmer than most of our Februaries and most of our Decembers — and it was warmer than the averages for both February and December.

This is the third time since we’ve lived here that January was warmer overall than the immediately preceding December (the others were January 2012 and January 2014). So far, every time a December is cooler than the preceding December, then the coming January will be warmer. January 2016 and 2017 represent the first time since we’ve lived here that January’s HLA has risen two years in a row.

Our high for the month was 82°F, on the 24th, which is about average for January. Our low was 16°F, on the 7th, which is well below average for the month. We set one daily record low (16°F on the 7th) and two daily record highs (80°F on the 11th and 78°F on the 12th).

Only four days dipped below freezing, all of them consecutive. This is the fewest freezing days for January since 2012. One day (the 6th) stayed below freezing, which is a first for January as long as we’ve lived here.

I measured 3.33 inches of rainfall for January 2017. This is above average, but our Januaries tend to switch back and forth from well above average (2.31″) to well below average. Ten days saw precipitation, second only to 12 in January 2015.

• PREDICTIONS

It’s too early to make predictions for this year, but I will note the following trends.

1. The last time January’s HLA was anywhere close to this, we had our warmest year in the history of this city (2012), and the four subsequent months (February-May, 2012) also set records — though February’s was broken in 2016.

2. The only two other times (2010 and 2014) we had a January low under 20°F, the year’s HLA turned out to be below average — and 2014 was the coolest of the past eight years. Obviously, this contradicts the HLA trend mentioned in #1. Only one of them will turn out to be true this year.

3. Every time January’s number of freezing days is below the current average, the year’s total of freezing days is below average.

4. The only other time we had 10 or more precip days in January (2015), it turned out to be the record rainfall year — with nearly 47 inches.

Year In Review: 2016


In 2016, RnB became fast friends and partners in crime
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)


RLF, on her first day of school
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.)

• Top Stories

In the story of our family, two events dominated 2016, both of them positive. The first was our trip to Portland, Oregon in early August, which produced memories that will last a lifetime.

The second was just a couple of weeks later: Rebecca started kindergarten — her longest stretches of time without M and I (since NICU, anyway). In the few months since she began, she quickly learned to read and write, and now can’t remember not being able to do either. She’s made dozens of new friends and has a completely different understanding of the outside world.

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November 2016 Weather Summary (Local)


Trend lines for Novembers, 2010-2016
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

November 2016 was our warmest November since moving to Texas, surpassing November 2012 — which at the time was labeled the warmest November in local history. The HLA (“high-low average”, averaged from daily HLAs) was 65.13°F, a five-degree jump from last year’s November, and 10 degrees higher than our coolest November (2014).

As the image above shows, November’s HLAs appeared to be on a cooling trend from 2010 to 2014 (interrupted by 2012), but the past two Novembers clearly turned that around.

It is notable that October 2016 was also the warmest October on record (see my monthly HLA table), making it two months in a row that we’ve set a monthly record. That happened last year too (September and October 2015), but is fairly rare — the previous time we saw two consecutive months set records were November and December of 2012.

Our high for the month was 88°F, on the first day, while our low was 37°F, on the 20th. We set one daily record high, with 86°F on Nov. 16.

Zero days reached the freezing point, which has only happened once before — in 2012. Typically, our first freezing temperature of the fall/winter occurs in mid-to-late November. November averages 1.71 days that reach the freezing point or below.

I measured 3.83 inches of rainfall in November 2016, which is our second-most in the past seven years (Nov. 2015 saw the most). Thirteen days experienced precipitation, which is tied with Nov. 2015 for the most and is well above average.

• YEAR TO DATE

With only one month remaining in 2016, a few things are fairly obvious.

HLA: 2016 is on track to be our second-warmest year (behind only 2012). December would have to be mind-blowingly warm in order for 2016 to break 2012’s overall HLA, or much cooler than average in order for 2016 to fall into third place.

FREEZING: If we make it past Dec. 6 without seeing freezing temperatures (likely), this year’s span of non-freezing days will be the longest we’ve seen — breaking the 304-day record from 2012. If we see one or fewer freezing days in December (unlikely), we’ll tie or break the record for fewest freezing days in a year (also 2012). Most likely is that 2016’s tally of freezing days will end slightly higher than 2012’s.

RAINFALL: 2016 will finish as our second-rainiest year; we’re already well-past 2010’s second-place total, but would need December to get 11 inches of rain (unprecedented) in order to beat 2015’s rainfall record. It will also end with the second-most rainy days (behind 2015) — unless December has 10 or more days with precipitation (unusual).

We Sold The Silver Surfer

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Published on: 2016.11.26


The first two photos I made of our Silver Surfer
(Copyright © 2007 by Wil C. Fry.)

Today, I said my final farewell to our 2000 Mercury Sable LS, which I’ve owned longer than any other car.

On one hand, I think it’s strange to develop an emotional attachment to a piece of technology — a complex system of interlocking smaller systems that’s basically just a glorified wheeled cart. On the other hand, it’s difficult not to have such an attachment to something that’s been an integral part of our lives for so long. It’s been in our lives through most of our marriage, and through the entirety of my children’s lives.

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I’m Still Blogging; Just Not Here

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Published on: 2016.11.16

For anyone still checking this page, please be advised that I no longer blog my daily comings-and-goings. I have fully switched over to a private journal file that I keep locally (on my computer) instead of online. I do still blog regularly on my less personal blog Verily I Say Unto Thee — I try to post at least once a week, though that isn’t always easy.

‘Cutting The Cord’ — A Long Time Coming

For the third year in a row, we called the cable company to cancel cable TV. This time, we actually did it.

The first time, Time Warner Cable offered such a steep discount that we accepted it and kept TV for another year. When the price began to rise again, we called again to cancel, but again they offered such a discount that we agreed to have TV for another year.

A few days ago, when my wife called “Spectrum” (the new name of TWC), she actually wanted to give them more money. What happened:

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Happy Birthday To My Wife

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Published on: 2016.09.19

Marline and I at Ecola State Park, Oregon
(Copyright © 2016 by Rebecca L. Fry.)

I often hear: “I can’t imagine life without her” (or him). This is not true in my case. I can indeed imagine life without my wife.

As a stay-at-home father of two, I often do imagine life without her. For 45 or more hours every week, I’m — in effect — a single parent. Those are not my favorite hours of the week. Almost daily, I think: “Single parents are freaking superheroes!”

Not because I’m a pessimist but because I’m a realist, a practical person, I force myself to be prepared to many possibilities in life. One of those possibilities is that my wife — our breadwinner, our head-of-household, our connection to the middle class — won’t make it home someday. I first seriously thought about this on Nov. 5, 2009, when a self-described “Soldier of Allah” opened fire on Ft. Hood, sending dozens of bullet-ridden soldiers through the doors of the emergency room where my wife was then employed. I was at home, five miles away, feeling helpless. On that day, had my wife’s name been counted among the victims, I figured that after a period of mourning I could move on with my life, going pretty much anywhere I wanted to. We didn’t have children yet.

Today, with two small children, imagining life without her is scarier. Every day when she calls to say, “I’m on my way home”, it’s a relief, and then 20 minutes later I completely relax when I hear her key unlocking the deadbolt. What if that key didn’t turn?

I’m a grown person, so I actually can’t imagine falling completely apart if she didn’t make it home — for whatever reason. But I know it would be difficult.

The hardest part — I assume — would be answering the “where’s Mommy?” questions from the children, and then attempting to support them emotionally on top of my own grief — while also holding together the household. “Holding together the household” might actually be the easiest part — because so much of it is routine. Getting everyone dressed and fed, putting the correct child on the school bus in the morning and getting her back in the evening, putting away toys every night, bathing, putting them to bed… Most of this would happen without much thought.

Finding the money to make it happen would be harder, I know. True, it’s not very romantic to think about this, but as a practical person, I can’t help it. If I immediately returned to work, half my salary would go to daycare. The rest wouldn’t be enough to make ends meet (despite life insurance probably being enough to cover funeral expenses and pay off the remainder of our mortgage). There would be a stark, immediate shift in our lifestyles from “doing pretty well” to “barely making it”, or perhaps even “not making it”.

My children would join the 26% of American minors living in single-parent households, along with all the possible consequences derived from that.

And I haven’t even begun to mention how much I would miss my wife emotionally or in other ways. Imagine being on a sports team, engaged in a championship game against another team. Then try to imagine that same contest without your teammates. Try playing a doubles tennis match without a partner, or scoring a touchdown against Alabama without the burly guys blocking for you, or being a goalie without your other 10 players. Try to cover the outfield and all three bases without help. You can’t. I can’t. Even Pelé couldn’t win a game alone. (It bears repeating that I consider all single parents to be awesome superheroes, even the ones who utterly fail.)

My wife is my teammate. She catches the fly balls that I can’t get to, holds the football while I attempt field goals, runs interference for me, and is at the other end of every double play. Teamwork isn’t everything in a marriage, but it’s almost everything.

While I don’t discount help I might receive from family and friends, there is no question that my life — and the lives of my children — would be immeasurably more difficult without my wife being around.

If you read into this any depressing thoughts, that’s in your own mind. This text is a celebration of how much my wife means to me, despite being viewed through the lens of her hypothetical absence. Occasionally considering how it all might turn out only serves to increase my appreciation for the wonderful woman who chose to spend her life with me.

Today, on her birthday — the 12th that she’s celebrated since meeting me — I am reminded of many things. Most of all, perhaps, I’m reminded of the strange confluence of events that led to us meeting each other, and how easily it could have never happened. If multiple universes or alternate timelines exist, it’s likely that in most of them we didn’t end up together; there were too many ways for it to go wrong. I’ve never been more glad to be living in this universe and on this timeline.

Portland Vacation (2016.08)


Portland skyline panorama, as seen from Pittock Mansion
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(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)


Colorful flower garden in front of our hotel
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.)

My vacation entries always require a few days to prepare. This one took longer, because: real life. Yet it should be briefer than most, due to a different format. Rather than go full chronological order, as is my custom, I’m treating this vacation in a topical fashion to save time.

Photos aren’t a priority of this entry. If you’re terribly interested in my photos, you’re already following me on Flickr. If you’re only mildly interested in my images, scroll to the end of this entry and follow the link.

• The Superlatives

This vacation was the longest — distance from home — of my marriage. Google Maps says it’s 2,053 miles from Austin to Portland by automobile; it’s about 1,710 miles if you could fly in a straight line. This is farther than our trips to New England (2008, 2014), Montreal (2009), or out West (2009).

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2016.07.14: DREAM: Duffel Bags And No Blank Paper

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Published on: 2016.07.14

As with many of my dreams, all I remember now are a collection of scenes. Perhaps they were separate dreams, though now it feels like they were part of the same narrative.

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The Life Of A Stay-At-Home Dad, According To A Stay-At-Home Daughter

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Published on: 2016.07.10

Not long after I woke this morning, my five-year-old daughter pulled out a notepad and a pen and began interviewing me — without warning.

“What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?” she said.

“Um, go to the bathroom?” I responded honestly, knowing that she can’t actually write. I had no idea she planned to draw my answers.


RLF’s drawing of my first answer
I think it resembles a tadpole riding a turtle
(Photo copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry; drawing copyright © 2016 by Rebecca L. Fry)

Soon, she was ready with her next question:

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2016 Galveston Vacation


MRB enjoy the surf in the shallow waters near the beach
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

We enjoyed Galveston so much last year that we decided to do it again. In fact, we decided that last year, on the way home from Galveston. Early this year, when we received our Income Tax Refund, we set aside part of it for this vacation, and booked our hotel room not long after.

Scroll on down to read about this year’s Galveston adventure.

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June 6 In History

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Published on: 2016.06.06

My toast to all the readers who’ve stuck with us for the past 10 years
(Copyright © 2006 by Wil C. Fry.)

Several important events in history have occurred on June 6. The most important to me, personally, of course, is my wedding day in 2006 CE. Others were fairly important as well.

When my soon-to-be wife and I first began chatting about wedding dates, the calendar window was relatively small. We couldn’t in good conscience choose a date earlier than May 31, 2006, because she was still in grad school in New York City. May 31 was the earliest date she could fly into Oklahoma City’s “international” airport to begin life with me. And we didn’t think it would be appropriate to delay the date much later than that, due to the rural, conservative, and gossipy town in which we would live.

With the window narrowed down to June 1 through perhaps mid- to late June, I jokingly suggested June 6 because of its memorability — 6/6/6 — the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the new millennium. All those numbers are of course arbitrary. While it is the Earth’s orbit around the sun that determines the length of the year, there is really no objective day during that cycle that must or should be the “first” day of the year. There is also no objective or scientific reason to divide the year into 12 months of unequal numbers of days. But it is what we’ve done, and this calendar is nearly universal today (exceptions for traditional Chinese calendar, Islamic and Jewish calendars, and others).

It wasn’t long before my wife agreed with me on the 6/6/6 date, and we made sure a courthouse would be open then, and found a cruise ship that would dock at that location on that day.

Perhaps the most well-known historical event on June 6 was D-Day (1944), the allied forces’ landing on the beaches of Normandy, the largest seaborne military invasion in history and commonly thought to precipitate the end of World War II in Europe.

Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated on June 6, 1968 (he was actually shot on June 5, but did not expire until more than 24 hours later).

Aside from these two, several other events are dated to June 6 of various years, including, but not limited to:

• 1808: Napoleon’s brother Joseph was crowned King of Spain.

• 1833: Andrew Jackson became the first U.S. President to ride on a train.

• 1862: Memphis, Tennessee, was attacked and conquered by the United States.

• 1889: The entirety of downtown Seattle was destroyed in a fire.

• 1912: Novarupta (volcano) began to erupt in Alaska, beginning the largest volcanic eruption of the 20th Century.

• 1933: The first drive-in movie theater opens, in Camden, N.J.

• 1942: Day three of the Battle of Midway, sometimes called “the most stunning and decisive blow in the history of naval warfare”.

• 1946: The Basketball Association Of America was founded, leading to (three years later) the NBA.

• 1971: A U.S. military F-4B collided with a passenger-carrying DC-9 over California, killing all but one person involved (the F-4B’s radar operation successfully ejected). It was the second-deadliest military-involved mid-air collision over U.S. soil.

• 1997: A New Jersey teen left her prom to give birth in a bathroom, tossed the baby in the trash, and returned to dancing with her friends. She was released from prison in 2001.

• Every year: National Day of Sweden

If I had more time, I would concoct a very well tied-together conspiracy theory about how all these events are related. Let’s just pretend I did that, and then all have a good laugh. There, that’s better.

My Ten Best Years So Far

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Published on: 2016.06.06


10 Years Ago Today, Key West, Florida, just minutes after our wedding
(Copyright © 2006 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

Ten Years. It only seems like a long time because it’s nearly a fourth of my life, nearly a third of my wife’s life. The longer we’re together, the less it makes sense that I ever lived without her.

In my mind, I envisioned myself sitting down at the keyboard and whipping out another grandiose tribute to her, but in my actual house, two children are fighting and yelling at each other, so my confidence level has dropped a bit as I begin to physically type this entry. Besides, I have written excellent tributes to our marriage in the past — I think the best was two years ago, and to a lesser extent five years ago.

And I’ve written several poems to her that perhaps better express what I feel, including this one from four days before I actually met her in person, and this one from six days after I first met her. My favorite one about her is You Are…, written when I had known her for less than six months, though If You Think from 2014 runs a close second.

Today is only different than those days in that we’re older, slightly further removed from the beginning. We’re closer, despite that there are days we don’t have to — or don’t have the opportunity to — talk to each other. She knows what to expect from me and I know what to expect from her.

Marriage is in many ways little different from joining a team — the longer you’re together, the better it works. I catch what she drops and she cleans what I dirtied. We have each other’s backs and run plays from the same playbook without having to discuss it. If she invents a new play on the fly, we’ve been on the same team long enough that I see it coming and roll with it.


My wife at the Grand Canyon
(Copyright © 2009 by Wil C. Fry.)

While every day is not an adventure, many of them are. My adventures with my wife have spanned at least four nations so far, and dozens of U.S. states, and we anticipate many more to come, including a planned trip to the Pacific Northwest later this year. While I still occasionally enjoy getting out into the world alone, most times those excursions serve only to remind me how much I enjoy the life we’ve built together and the family we’re raising.

Our team of two added a new recruit nearly six years ago, and another one nearly three years ago. The new additions are still in training, but are becoming more a part of the team every day. Now we share our daily adventures with them, even as we prepare them to someday depart our team and form other teams of their own in the greatest pyramid scheme ever invented.

While I do not look forward to growing old (does anyone?), I recognize it is happening, and I look forward to growing old with my wife. I cannot imagine a better teammate, a better partner, a better wife. Stay tuned for the rest of our lives.

Mother’s Day 2016

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Published on: 2016.05.08

Fry Descendants (Tighter Crop)
My parents and their 18 descendants (plus three in-laws)
(Copyright © 2015 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

One Mother’s Day a couple of decades ago, someone told me she felt left out — because she had wanted to be a mother but it had simply never happened for her. I did not yet have children of my own when I heard this, nor was I straining at the bit to father any at the moment, but I still felt immensely sad for her. Not only because she’d been denied one of the few goals in her life, but because she allowed her disappointment to turn to bitterness, and because she seemed to make a point of telling other people about this on Mother’s Day, the lone day each year set aside to salute those women who did happen to have children.

Today, I don’t remember what I said in response, or whether I responded at all. But I know what I was thinking:

This day isn’t about her.

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Trip To Oklahoma : 2016.05.02-04

Morning Light
A small flowering plant on my parents’ property, with dew drops
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)

Finding a good spot in everyone’s schedule, we planned and executed a quick trip to Oklahoma to see my parents (the last time was Christmas 2015), and my brother and his family were able to make it too. The entire round trip, including our time at my parents’ house, went smoothly and was very enjoyable. If I had to name a downside, it’s that BWF is not fully potty-trained yet — he did fine in the car but not at my parents’ house; he received several extra showers.

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First Time At The Range (2016.04.26)


My Glock 30’s primary pieces
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.)

For the first time in my life, I went to a shooting range. Though I’m a long-time gun-owner — I’ve had my current handgun for 19 years or so, I’ve never once been to a shooting range. Every time I’ve fired a gun, it’s been on someone’s private property with their permission. So Tuesday (April 26) was a new experience for me.

The reason I finally went is because someone invited me — a friend from my wife’s church (let’s call him Matt) whose family we’ve had dinner with a few times. For me, going to a gun range falls into the category of “I only feel comfortable doing it for the first time if I’m with someone experienced”. The reasons I accepted the invitation are multiple: curiosity (both about the range and about my ability), haven’t fired my gun in at least five years (or any gun in at least two years), and a chance to cement the first real-life friendship I’ve started since moving to Texas.

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Day Trip: Austin (2016.04.19)

City Of Austin Power
The old Seaholm Power Plant, with new residential high-rises beyond it
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)


The Cheesecake Factory, Austin
(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry.)

It began a couple of weeks ago, when my wife learned that one of her cousins will soon move from Attleboro, Mass. (a suburb of Providence, R.I.) to Austin, Texas, along with his wife and son. And not just “a” cousin, but the godfather of our son Benjamin. Then a few days ago, we learned he was coming to Austin for a couple of days to look for an apartment. We tentatively scheduled a meetup, then made it more specific. My wife and I found a good place to eat near their hotel, and a few other things to do afterward.

At the last minute, it turned out the cousin and wife wouldn’t be able to meet with us, but since we had already decided to go to Austin for the day, we went anyway. Chances are, we passed within a 100 yards of my wife’s cousin and never knew it.

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Day Trip: Colorado Bend State Park (2016.04.14)

And That's Me
The author, sitting atop a boulder near Gorman Falls
(Image by a nice lady I met on the trail.)

I got that restless feeling again — the urge to travel, to see new things, to walk in a wilderness. The least expensive way to satisfy that thirst is to visit a state park, so I googled state parks near Central Texas. Colorado Bend State Park came up early in the search, so I checked the route, gathered a camera and two lenses, and set out.

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2016.03.15.TUE – Part Of A Dream


This building, in Hillsboro, Texas, does not resemble the house in my dream, except for the large wall of windows, but it was next to a gas station, and it was one of which I said at the time “it should be turned into a house”.
(Copyright © 2012 by Wil C. Fry.)

There was more, but this is what I remember from my dream:

I was in a house with my family (the one I grew up with). The property’s layout made me think it used to be a gas station. It was at an intersection of two highways, with a large awning extending from the structure toward the intersection, and cars were parked under the awning. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows, along a curved wall, faced this parking lot, shaded by the awning. Inside these giant windows, which spanned the entire long wall, was a sprawling living room, with several seating areas. Behind this large open space were two small dining areas next to an open kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a bar/counter. The kitchen was large as well, but was divided into multiple rooms, with industrial-style deep fryers, ovens, and sinks — with the ceiling-attached pull-down hoses you might see in a restaurant. There were walk-in pantries, freezers, and fridges behind the kitchen. I don’t remember seeing bedrooms, closets, or offices, but I knew they were behind these dining areas and kitchens.

At first, there were a lot of people in the house, filling the living area, with people constantly going in and out of the front doors, and cars coming and going. It was some kind of event, but I can’t remember what, or who was there. Just as the crowd was thinning (and the remaining people would be my immediate family — Dad, Mom, siblings, and I), I complained of hunger, and my Dad said he would order some food to be delivered. He ordered hamburgers, fries, onion rings, tater tots, and other similar items. Then the rest of the crowd finally left.

I remember feeling intense hunger. My siblings and I continued to complain as the food didn’t show up on time. We stood around the kitchen, griping. I suggested cooking food in our own kitchen to stave off our hunger. My Dad said, “Oh, quit complaining.” My brother said, “It’s like we’re sleeping on the street.” Dad scoffed and said, “This is nothing like sleeping on the streets, and none of you have ever slept on the streets, so you wouldn’t know.”

As the dream ended and I was waking up, I said aloud: “It is EXACTLY like sleeping on the streets, and I KNOW, because I HAVE slept on the streets.”

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