Cistern And Tractor

Did this while my dad played with Peyton and Kaley. He played hide-n-go-seek with them.

Before running water (seriously), we got water delivered to this cistern. Once we got running water, my dad converted the cistern to a wood shaving holder. That cut out is the door. Used the shavings for horse stalls, which I cleaned. That's a fun summer job getting in that oven to shovel out wood shavings after cleaning out horse stalls. Follow that by no air conditioning.

And now, I'm working at NASA and Houston tells me I'm not local. Screw them.

Heard the "Houston Art Show" is coming up. No wait, "The Bayou City Art Festival". This weekend! Screw them too. It's a traveling roadshow from California. And screw their pansy rodeo with Hannah Montana. I've been eaten by mosquitoes painting along the creek. I've thrown up salt water from the Gulf. I've been in more traffic jams than ZZ-Top can count up to. Screw ZZ Top.

(I could say that I used to pretend that the cistern was a rocket, and dream of going to the moon in it... and sing, "This is Major Tom To Ground Control..." but that'd be a lie).

For entertainment, I did see if I could walk around the thing along that rib. You have to hold onto that sloped cone roof. Have to palm it.

My mom was convinced that the tie (gide???) wire from the pole in the background would electrocute people. So no hanging on that. As if they'd drop lines from electric poles that'd kill kids.