Sunday Tour of Weyauwega and Other Minor Issues

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Sunday is upon us and I have somehow managed to squander away two entire weeks without making even one tiny blog post.

Some of you have contacted me with concern and worry over my state of being.  I thank you so much for 1) noticing I was in absentia and 2) caring.

There are many reasons for my bloggy absence - - - but the bottom line is when life is pressing deadlines upon me making a blog post begins to feel like yet another deadline and I have a propensity for turning into an ostrich and sticking my head in the sand.

There you have it.  I have bared my bloggy soul.

Let's move on to more pleasant things, shall we?
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This man has been teasing and tormenting me now for 38 blissful years of marriage.

You know him as Fisherhubby.

Today was the day we celebrated those 38 years - - - though to get to today I forced us to take a detour AWAY from celebrating last weekend, as originally planned, because - - -
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Instead of going OUT to eat, I decided I'd rather go IN to the ER and drink this lovely beverage.  Actually, I drank two of these beauties.

Fun times.

But not to worry - - - THIS time, and trust me in my case this next phrase is nearly a miracle it is so unusual, they WERE able to figure out a diagnosis for me.  It is simply amazing how much BETTER one can feel when the root of their problem has been dealth with.

OK - - - so maybe they didn't deal with the root of my MENTAL problems, but physically I'm feeling better than I have in years.
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Feeling better than I have in years freed us up to go on a little Anniversary outing.
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We drove pretty much straight east across the state to Grand Chute. (fancy name for several Wisconsin towns like Appleton and Neenah all lumped together.)

In Grand Chute we stopped at Gander Mountain so Fisherhubby could browse and buy in the, wait for it, FISHING department.

After that we ate a scrumptious meal at Red Lobster.

If you are not a fan of Red Lobster, I feel so sorry for you.
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On our way to Grand Chute, just outside of the tiny town of Weyauwega (Y U Wee Gah) I spied the cutest little row of shops made to look like an old wild west town.

Well, I guess once Wisconsin WAS a bit of the wild west.

If not TOTALLY west then it was part of the wild central.
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Unfortunately this little row of picturesque shops came upon us too fast for me to pull in while we were on our way to the Big Apple (which of course in these here parts is Appleton.)
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But on the return trip we stopped for a photo shoot.
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Such a cute little "strip mall" yet it was literally a ghost town.

Nary a shop was open.

There were no shoppers.

I don't see how they can stay in business that way, no matter how cute they are.
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I loved this old Texaco sign.  Who remembers the TV ditty?

Sing with me:

"You can trust your car to the man who wears the star, the big red Texaco star!!"

And now there are no more Texaco's for us to trust our cars to, at least not round these here wild central parts.   No more cute little men in red stars who run out to fill up our gas tanks, wash our windshields, and check our oil.

I guess they've gone the way this village appears to be going - - -
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And they way the horses, carriages, and stable boys went before them.

Sigh.

Some parts of progress I'm not so fond of.
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For one last sight seeing stop before heading on home, we pulled into Weyauwega.

Mostly 'cause I needed to visit the little girls room.

But also because these church spires had been calling to us for miles and miles out on the highway.
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It's Saint Peter's Lutheran church of Weyauwega.

There was a major remodeling project going on around both sides of the church, but I was so glad that at least for now, this historical facade remains intact.
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And these spires!!  

I hope they keep pointing to the sky for years to come and calling weary travelers in off of highway 10 that these days passes Weyauwega right by.
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I'm joining Unknown Mami

For Sundays in My City.
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My city today is Weyauwega, Wisconsin 
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Please hurry over to Unknown Mami's to see

What's happening in other cities around blogland.
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