All the items out of which I could make whole posts are huge and intense, and I don’t have time to flesh any of them out right now, so this is what you get instead.
- A major cold front blew through Tuesday night, and after weeks of 80-degree weather, all of a sudden the daily highs are stuck in the high 50’s. Sweater weather!
- The full moon was on the eastern horizon as I was driving home from a lesson in BFE tonight. Good lord, it was gorgeous. I’ve been sleepy most of the day, but now I’m in a wonderful mood. The world is beautiful; every tiny bit of it is complicated and perfect and magical. How lucky am *I* to be alive? (If you were talking to me right now, you’d probably have already thrown up.)
- [Non-Houstonians can go ahead and skip this paragraph.] Speaking of driving, the Westpark Tollway is my new favorite-road-ever*. It’s a straight shot from 59 South and the Loop all the way out to Hwy 6, so so fast with hardly any traffic, especially compared to crawling down 59 or a surface street (like Bissonnet, which I used to take to a student’s house) at rush hour—painful. The catch is that it’s EZTag-only, so I’d only been on it when they opened all the tollways during Rita. But now that I have my own shiny new EZTag…zoom zoom! [Cue Mazda commercial.]
- I’m at the office writing SAT questions, and I just misspelled ‘isosceles’—I left out the second ’s.’ Worse than that, I didn’t believe Word’s red squiggly line because IT DIDN’T LOOK WRONG. Jeezy creezy. This is not good at all. My sorry excuse is that it’s a Greek root, but as I stared at it, I wondered if it were related to scalene (which means I should have known better anyway). Is it? Merriam-Webster says “perhaps.”
- My parents are probably moving to St. Croix in the next six months to a year so that my dad (who “retired” in 2000) can head up a new refining company down there (or something like that—I’m not clear on the details). Ok. This summer they said they were moving to the Bahamas, but that plan fell through. The St. Croix arrangement is apparently more solid. I’ll believe it when I see it.
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Don’t worry, Boudreaux, 45 to Galveston, Kuykendahl from the RR tracks to Woodlands Pkwy, and 210 West all the fucking way out to La Cañada and back. Y’all still have your own special places in my heart.
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