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Carol Perkins: Austin, Texas (Part 2)

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By Carol Perkins

We are dead tired and in bed by nine o'clock in our hotel room in Austin. In the early morning hours, I went to the bathroom, and when I rounded the corner of the bed on the way back, my leg scraped against something that sent blood spewing across my leg. Under a bed skirt, a metal bed slat stuck out about four inches. My leg found it, and the skin peeled back into a triangle.

I moaned, and Guy sat straight up.

He was insisting I go to an ER, and I was insisting I wasn't going anywhere at that hour. He found two wide bandages in his kit, and when I couldn't see the blood any longer, I went back to bed.

"I'll deal with this in the morning," I said as my leg throbbed and I propped it on a pillow. I was smart enough in my haze to take a couple of pictures.


At the desk the next morning, I filled out an accident report and sent pictures to the cooperative office. So far, I have had no response. At least they could waive the $10-a-day parking fee. I had added another scar to my left leg, and all I got was a piece of paper. Maybe I need a lawyer.

I learned from being at Noah's games that basketball doesn't bring a crowd as it does in Metcalfe County. There were only a handful of students, and the adults were probably parents and grandparents.

However, a huge crowd of students turned out for their biggest rival game (which they won by one point in overtime), but we were gone by then. I wish I could be there for their district games, but at least we can watch them live on VYPE Live.

We found a time when everyone could be there to open our Christmas presents. We got the guys Carhartt jackets (for when they work on the farm) and some other things. The highlight of their Christmas, however, is their Papa Guy gift.

In recent years, Guy has taken it upon himself to buy gifts for his grandchildren, and they are always surprised and delighted by both his initiative and the presents he chooses.

As they get older, buying is more challenging. Eme always gets jewelry.

Speaking of jewelry, when she was very young, Eme admired a small diamond necklace I wore, and I told her it would be hers someday.

When I presented it to her, I asked that she passed it on. It was the first piece of jewelry Guy bought for me. (I love giving away meaningful things while I'm alive! Guy says for me to stay away from his stuff.)

We drove away from Jon and Beth, and from our grown grandchildren, and headed for Galveston, where we were going to board a ship for warm weather.

"Where are we going?" Guy asked.

My reply, "I'm not sure."


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Carol and Guy with the grandkids



2026-02-14 - Austin, TX - Photo from Carol Perkins.
Carol and Guy Perkins traveled to Austin for a late Christmas with their grandkids. Pictured, left to right, are Noah, Eme, Carol, Luke and Guy.

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