Come On In and see Happy Hour with me! Back in the Day (the younger day), the crowd would meet at the Discos in Houston. We would consume vast quantities of alcoholic beverages at 2 for one prices from 5pm to 7pm. We would eat our weight in cold boiled shrimp with cocktail sauce and fresh cut fruit from the free buffet tables. Then dance the booties off !!!! That was called Happy Hour. In this day, Happy Hour is much easier! No alcohol anymore, (been there, done that, do not have to do that again!) No boiled Gulf Shrimp on Ice. ( What Gulf Shrimp are left will never be safe to eat ever, ever again). No Fresh Fruit Displays (priced out of range for the Seniors on fixed incomes). No Disco Dancing anymore, in fact the clubs left when they outlawed Happy Hour. All the plastic fantastic people are gone (thank goodness).
So to be sitting here in my sixties after surviving the sixties and watching my birds perform a sky ballet at sunset, gives me a box seat on top of the World!
I am sharing this with You today. This was the last time the birds came home to this tree as the last branch broke off when too many landed on it. There is obviously different degrees of dead if you are a tree. What is left of this one is now too dead for the birds. They found a new one. Enjoy- Then I put a movie on for You!
Feature Presentation: Toxic Skies
Saturday Night At The Movie!
...this is brendasue signing off from Rainbow Creek.
See You Next Time. Happy Trails To You!
Of Course, one more great performance: