Mistah Schleckah

Mistah turned 45 on Monday.

Happy Birthday Mistah!

We had a rousing time celebrating on Monday night. And since then, we’ve been trying to get out of Fort Davis. We’re trying to pack up stuff and move out of here so someone else can give us money to live here.

In the midst of it all, yesterday we drove down to Marfa to return borrowed furniture to our friend Elizabeth.

We had Marfalafels. . .

. . . from the Food Shark truck.

Read all about Krista and Adam in a story on “The Best Street Food in America” in the June issue of Bon Appétit. (The Bon Appétit website still shows its May issue content.)

Then Bill and Elizabeth wanted to go to the thrift store. I can’t stand thrift stores, I hate shopping, but mostly, I wanted to get back to Fort Davis to get back to it. Packing and all.

While they were shopping I wandered into the Greasewood Gallery in the Paisano Hotel, and checked out David Loren Bass' brilliant "Paintings of West Texas." I ran into the lovely Lana and she said, “What are you doing here?!” In Marfa, in Texas, aren’t you supposed to be GONE??

“Mistah’s shopping in the thrift store. We’re supposed to be leaving. Getting rid of stuff. Not shopping for more. He’s insane.”

I was heading back to the Westy when I heard, “Ellie!” I turned around and saw this:

Yep. Instead of ridding himself of unnecessaries, Mistah bought himself a yellow linen suit.

It’s very fancy.

It’s very festive.

It's VERY Don Johnson.

And when I exclaimed, “But, it’s a yellow linen suit!” a passer-by corrected me: “It’s tropical white.”

So here we come, Connecticut. Me, Mistah, and his tropical white linen suit.

.

Thanks, Elizabeth.