Monday, May 24, 2010

my summer is hotter than your summer

The really awesome thing about living in Texas is that we have only two seasons: very hot, and very wet. Sometimes they coincide. Right now we're moving into the Very Hot Season. You're probably familiar with having to let the water run a while to get hot water in the winter. Well, in Texas, in the summer, you have to let the water run a while in order to get cold water. Not even lying.
(Though, our family uses a well for water, so city people probably don't have that phenomenon. I don't know how they can tell that it's summer without that indicator. Not like it's sweltering hot or anything.)

I'm at my dad's house at the moment. It's been at least a year since I've been here, since we generally meet for dinner or lunch or a movie or all three. I think it took me half an hour to tell my family bye. I mean, I'm going to reappear at the house in the afternoon, and yet we all act like I'll be gone for months. I do this constantly.
"Okay, I'm leaving." .... "Okay I'm really leaving now." .... "Forgot something. 'Kay bye. For real."
etc, etc, ad nauseum. But I did, in fact, manage to leave the house. At one point on the way, I thought I got lost (I hadn't), and turned around (only to turn right back around immediately). Oddly enough for me, not being a visual person (and a female - don't girls get lost easily, or so they say?) and all, I'm really good at keeping maps in my head. Or at least, in a part of my head, and sometimes I'm in an entirely different part of my head. If that makes any sense at all.

I'm all out of interesting and/or informative things to say, so I'll take that as my cue to bow out. One might point out that I haven't said anything interesting and/or informative at all, and in that case, just close your eyes and pretend.


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