Texas BBQ Found and Loved in Florida

 

Once you've been to Texas and tasted BBQ brisket or BBQ pulled pork, you know what qualifies as exceptional BBQ.  We found a place here in Florida yesterday that matches the best barbecued food we've ever experienced anywhere, even in Texas. 

After a trip out to the beach area of Englewood, we found a little restaurant called "Texas Best Barbecue" that really delivered a real Texas experience from delicious food to superb service.  We opted for their "Texan Tator" which consists of the largest baked russet potato you can imagine smothered with sour cream, butter, melted cheese, and pulled pork or chopped brisket.  We opted to try both the pulled pork (Jim) and the chopped brisket (Chris) so we could sample both options with an iced tea on the side.  There was no room left over for their Texas Pecan Pie which might be in the cards next time if we opt to split only one "tator".  As it turns out, we each brought home half of our meal, so tonight can be a repeat of yesterday's dinner.  Yummy!!

Texas Best Barbecue has a website if you want to see what they are all about or if you want to find them the next time you are in Florida.  It's worth the trip!

Decorating for Fall

September 1st is my clue to start thinking about Fall.  Of course those who know me, know that means decorations.  Moving gave me the opportunity to significantly decrease my decoration collection, but I brought a few favorites along to grace our new home.  Let the holiday season begin!

 

The front door makes a good place for displaying the wall hanging I made, and it wouldn't be Fall without these glass pumpkins.  They reflected interestingly in the mirrored shelves of our dining room but I eventually moved them to our coffee table with a couple of gold leaves.  I like that better.

 

In the process of unpacking these items, I found a cat mobile we purchased in Bisbee, Arizona.  It's now out on our lanai watching for sunsets and "Al" the alligator.  I also uncovered a teddy bear Jimmy gave me when we first met and a stuffed black poodle toy I cherished finding at a store in Mount Vernon, WA after I lost my own black poodle.  With Snoopy's absence heavy on my heart, it was comforting to hug my toys after finding these in the holiday decoration boxes.  Sometimes you just can't outgrow the little kid that resides in the center of your heart.

 

 

 

Cars and more cars...

 

Recently we've experienced two car shows locally.  The smaller of the two shows was held outside in the parking lot of our nearby Cracker Barrel restaurant.  It was a great reason to go out for an early dinner and then stroll the parking lot thereafter among the cars on display.  A win on both counts!

 

The second show was held inside at the Charlotte Harbor Event & Conference Center in Punta Gorda.  Needless to say, air conditioning is a plus this time of year.  There was a lot of money on wheels at this show plus several jazzed up fun cars, some decked out bikes, model diecast cars for sale, and a couple of free toys that we were given at the show to bring home:

    

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Another fun day followed by lunch out at the "Burg'r Bar Where Friends Meet" in Punta Gorda that serves up delicious 14-inch hotdogs, as well as burgers we'll have to try on a later date.  I have to say there's no lack of interesting restaurants to go to in Charlotte County.  I may forget how to cook!

 

 

Exploring Arcadia, Florida and New York Cheesecake

A couple of weeks ago, on Saturday morning, August 8th, we decided to take a mini-roadtrip.  About thirty minutes northeast of our home is a historic town called Arcadia which was established in 1886.  We had seen road signs and knew it wasn't too far a drive to see the town.

The road to Arcadia travels past horse and cow pastures plus ranches with gated entries and long driveways that often lead up to large homes.  A citrus grove is tucked in here and there as well.  Eventually the road crosses a narrower portion of the Peace River winding its way along the edge of Arcadia as it meanders southwesterly toward Punta Gorda and the Gulf of America.

Many of the original buildings still stand in Arcadia's downtown area and along nearby residential streets.  The imposing Desoto County Court House built in the Classical Revival Style during 1912 to 1913 stands majestically in town amid oak trees on the appropriately named East Oak Street.  It feels like the entire town is under road construction as we criss-cross the town's residential streets near the court house.  Passing older tin-roofed homes along the way, the historic, frontier settlement nature of the town is evident everywhere.  Arcadia's original growth stemmed from it being an original river landing for shipping goods, running cattle, and moving freight and cut timber along the Peace River.  Real growth came when the railroad arrived in 1886.

Today, there's a converted railroad depot serving as office space.  Mostly antique and thrift stores fill the buildings along the town's original main street, with a hotel flanking a park at one end of the historic district.  The park, called the "Tree of Knowledge Park" has a focal point of an oak tree planted in 1938, which will be one hundred years old in 2027.   It is an interesting place to visit on a lazy Saturday morning for a view of old time Florida.  We'll likely return next year when the road work is projected to be completed and see what the town is like when driving around it should be easier.  We're told there is a worthwhile Farmer's Market to experience there as well, but not until the weather is not quite so hot.  

Thereafter, we drove back to Port Charlotte for lunch at a New York style deli near home called Brentwood Eats.  It was a delicious ending to our drive with a Hero Sandwich that we divided between us, saving room for a piece of New York cheesecake.  Yes, the cheesecake was authentic, decadent, and worth every calorie. 

 

Losses and Gains - Grief and Elation

 

This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions, stress, and elation. 

  

  

Losing Snoopy-our forever friend, family member, and the best cat ever on August 11th, created an absence in our home that will be felt for a long time.  From the moment we met him, and Jim could hold him in his hand at the mere age of eight weeks, to the last minutes we spent with him thirteen and a half years later, he was a delight.  His presence in our lives will be difficult, if not impossible, to replace.  It’s the silence that digs so deeply.  The missing routines that filled the day from beginning to end now cut at our hearts.  It’s the imagined voice when you think he’s calling to you, or the empty chair or bed where he slept, that stop you from whatever you’re doing or thinking for a moment.  Grief is an ugly companion as you make your way through it, knowing that it is like going through a long, dark tunnel in search of any glimpse of light beyond its grasp that you can cling to.  To love deeply is to grieve greatly.  It is only now that I can even begin to form these words a week later without tears.  

Amid the stress of Snoopy’s liver cancer diagnosis and death, was a week of growing anxiety over my impending cataract surgery.  Everyone says it is an easy procedure to get through.  The prospect of someone cutting into my eye only made my imagination run wild.  Intellectually, I could fathom it, but underneath a growing sense of anxiety fought to overcome any rational attempt to hold it at bay.  Yesterday, I went through the operation on my right eye.  Indeed, everything I’d been told was true.  I was nervous about a procedure that turned out to be practically painless and totally endurable.  Perhaps it was the excellent surgeon that made it so.  Certainly it was the very competent staff who guided me through the whole experience with such care.  Most of all, it is the wonderful husband and partner I have in Jim, who has been at my side through it all. 

I am elated to report that already today, my vision is remarkable.  For the first time since the age of about 14 years old, I maneuvered through my day without glasses.  Yes, there’s still recovery time and improving vision to anticipate, but even today I could read and see items across a room without any glasses.  The world is lighter and brighter and oh-so-white with my new lens.  It’s absolutely remarkable.  Now I am looking forward to getting the second eye done as soon as they proclaim I can be scheduled.      

No one ever said life would be easy.  And it isn’t.  But today I am thankful.  I have loved, I have survived, and most of all, I am so very blessed by all that I have been given to experience.  

 August 11, 2026

"Nothing you love is ever lost. Not really. People, pets, things-they always go away, sooner or later. You can't hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they've touched you, if they're inside you, then they're always still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart."

Rest in peace, Snoopy… 9/6/12 - 8/11/26

you will always be in our hearts.

 

New Hobbies to Pursue

 

With space at a premium in a condominium, Jim and I have found new spaces to tackle our hobbies, and new hobbies to pursue.  Jim has a view of the water beyond our condo from his table, and I have a view of the kitchen from the granite breakfast bar with superb lighting so it works well for art work.  

For us, going to the Visual Arts Center in Punta Gorda has been inspiring.  I have learned a new art technique called "Alcohol Ink Painting", and Jim is tackling wood carving after acquiring a small wood carving in their gift shop.  Both new endeavors have proven to be interesting challenges.

With only a few new acquisitions required for each of those tasks, hours of entertainment have evolved.  When the weather's hot, air conditioned inside activities are definitely desirable.   Jim's hobby requires lots of patience and very small cuts of the wood to achieve a figure's shape, followed by some sanding.  The little figures are prepped for paint with a coating of linseed oil, then waxed.  Lastly, as I understand it, will come the acrylic paint.  Jim's watched a multitude of You Tube videos describing the process.  I am excited to see how the finished product comes out.

Typically, I like to play with watercolor.  But with special paper, or even a plain white tile, the alcohol ink can be used to create interesting patterns of an impressionistic nature, or with some stamps or freehand drawings more of a watercolor illusion.  This requires special "alcohol inks", more alcohol and a blending solution to work the ink into patterns, and later a clear coat covering sprayed over the work to preserve the results.  The multiple steps made it a bit tedious compared to watercolor, but then watercolor takes a lot of time to create the various color effects too.  Here are a few examples of what the process looks like below on a tile, with a stamp design, and with a drawing I made of a heron.

           

I think it will be fun to make some cards from the results eventually when I get more adept working with the alcohol ink.  It dries so quickly, even with the slowing process of the blending solution that one needs to work rapidly to achieve a desired design.  A small, manual air blower device, or even a brush, helps to maneuver the ink quickly over the tile or paper.  Another hobby trick I learned about at the class for this is using puppy training pads for protecting the countertop.  They're absorbent on one side and waterproof (in this case ink proof) for preserving spotless granite (or a table top) underneath.