To Texas
A little later today I’m getting on a plane to go back to Houston, which is where I’m from. I’m going to be there for 8 days and I’m really excited about it for a couple of reasons. The first is that I haven’t been back there since May and it’s going to be good to sleep in my old room and all that. When I go home, life is easy and action-packed. Mom is always thrilled that I’m back and loves to be a hostess. It’s going to be great to see her and also to eat well. Ha. I’m totally out of money right now. Ex 1,Tonight’s dinner: Mug of instant oatmeal, two cups of apple sauce, Coors. My friends are usually stoked to see me since I stay away for such long stretches and they don’t have time to get sick of me, so it’s a whirlwind of activity. And then there’s this guy.
Going back to Houston is also turning into more and more of a creative endeavor. I have use of a car there, which makes indulging a photographic whim pretty easy. Plus, I have months to think of all the stuff I want to shoot when I’m down there (it’s going to be churches this time), make lists, and then execute them with military efficiency*.
So, the next few posts will either not happen or happen from Houston. It should be a good time for everybody, except for, say, the people who have to clean up after us.
*The use of this idiom hearkens back to a day when the American military was, in fact, efficient. There was a time in this nation’s history that it’s military prowess actually saved freedom and did so in a mere four years. This phrase is quite obviously anachronistic and I apologize for any confusion my use of it may have caused.