WTF does it mean?
I was riding in the back seat of a car with some people who were driving me to a city where I used to live. My mission was to meet a coworker in this town. As we approached the town, I realized that I didn't have the exact directions on where to go. I was relying on memory and a good general sense of direction to get me there.
We drove all of the way through/past the the town before I realized that I really didn't know where I was going. I called the coworker for directions, and his wife told me how to get there as best she could, but she admitted that she didn't know the names of the streets. I wrote the directions on the bottom of a black suede purse in black ink.
I felt guilty for asking my driver to go out of her way and turn around to take me to where I still didn't know I was going, but I asked anyway. Then I saw an elephant that had escaped from the zoo.
Flashback or dream?
It is telling me something. I'm trying to go somewhere I have been before, but I don't know how to get there. I'm depending on someone else to find my way, and that's not working. What I'm doing wrong is obvious to everyone but me.
What the hell is it?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Hell Hath Frozen Over
According to my sister.
I asked He Who Shall Not Be Named to mow the yard on Monday. I know how tall the grass is because I am in it every night watering. He chose to wash the cars instead.
On Tuesday, HWSNBN was prescribed a medication that included a warning about staying out of the sun. Complications include heatstroke. Great. It is always sunny in Houston in June, and it will never rain again. So - what to do?
I asked HWSNBN about paying my cleaning lady's son to mow the yard while the cleaning lady was cleaning (which was scheduled for Wednesday). He said, no, he would handle it.
On Wednesday afternoon, he informed me that he didn't want to risk heatstroke, so I needed to hire someone to mow. By now, I was about to jump out of my skin to get the work done. Hiring somebody could mean days of waiting.
So I mowed the yard.
For the first time in my life, I mowed.
According to my sister.
I asked He Who Shall Not Be Named to mow the yard on Monday. I know how tall the grass is because I am in it every night watering. He chose to wash the cars instead.
On Tuesday, HWSNBN was prescribed a medication that included a warning about staying out of the sun. Complications include heatstroke. Great. It is always sunny in Houston in June, and it will never rain again. So - what to do?
I asked HWSNBN about paying my cleaning lady's son to mow the yard while the cleaning lady was cleaning (which was scheduled for Wednesday). He said, no, he would handle it.
On Wednesday afternoon, he informed me that he didn't want to risk heatstroke, so I needed to hire someone to mow. By now, I was about to jump out of my skin to get the work done. Hiring somebody could mean days of waiting.
So I mowed the yard.
For the first time in my life, I mowed.
But I refused to edge.
It was HOT. Have I told you lately that I hate the heat?
I hope that I don't have to do this again, but if he stays on this medication, I may have to.
Better yet, that gives me time to find someone else to do it.
Better yet, that gives me time to find someone else to do it.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Why do I live here?
I hate the heat. I mean, I really HATE the heat. So why in the hell do I live in Texas? We have real heat that loves to gather in cars. Open the door of a car that has been in a parking lot in Houston for 1 hour any time between May 1 and November 1 to feel the heat. When you open the door, you feel like you just opened the oven to check on a tray of cookies. Having a black leather interior in the car doesn't help, as the leather never cools down.
It has been hot for a month already, and it won't cool off until the end of October - that means that we have 5 months (about 150 days) of being unable to stay dry while walking from the back door to the garage. Those 20 or so steps allow enough time to break into a sweat - not from exertion, but from heat. It is miserable in the morning. It is more miserable at lunch. The only time I can bear to be outside at all is after 6:00 p.m., when I have to be out there watering the yard.
The new landscaping and small vegetable gardening require almost daily watering. My summer hobby has returned - moving sprinklers. Mosquitoes and heat are not my cup of tea. But there's nothing quite like a home-grown tomato, so I will endure.
But back to the original question - why do I live here? Seattle sounds better every day. I like rain. I like cool (but not cold) temperatures. London would be perfect, but I doubt that I could afford to live there. Houston is affordable, and the winters are really nice. It's just the six months of summer that kill me. Thank goodness for air conditioning.
I hate the heat. I mean, I really HATE the heat. So why in the hell do I live in Texas? We have real heat that loves to gather in cars. Open the door of a car that has been in a parking lot in Houston for 1 hour any time between May 1 and November 1 to feel the heat. When you open the door, you feel like you just opened the oven to check on a tray of cookies. Having a black leather interior in the car doesn't help, as the leather never cools down.
It has been hot for a month already, and it won't cool off until the end of October - that means that we have 5 months (about 150 days) of being unable to stay dry while walking from the back door to the garage. Those 20 or so steps allow enough time to break into a sweat - not from exertion, but from heat. It is miserable in the morning. It is more miserable at lunch. The only time I can bear to be outside at all is after 6:00 p.m., when I have to be out there watering the yard.
The new landscaping and small vegetable gardening require almost daily watering. My summer hobby has returned - moving sprinklers. Mosquitoes and heat are not my cup of tea. But there's nothing quite like a home-grown tomato, so I will endure.
But back to the original question - why do I live here? Seattle sounds better every day. I like rain. I like cool (but not cold) temperatures. London would be perfect, but I doubt that I could afford to live there. Houston is affordable, and the winters are really nice. It's just the six months of summer that kill me. Thank goodness for air conditioning.
The Return of a Lazy Blogger
After 17 months, I'm attempting to restart my blog.
My inspiration is my friend J, who blogs diligently and always makes me laugh.
My goal is to post at least twice a week. I have so many things to write about, but I just have not taken the time to sit down and do it.
So here we go.
After 17 months, I'm attempting to restart my blog.
My inspiration is my friend J, who blogs diligently and always makes me laugh.
My goal is to post at least twice a week. I have so many things to write about, but I just have not taken the time to sit down and do it.
So here we go.
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