Well my dad left
And then my sister left
And once again I find myself here, all alone, in this strange land they call Texas.
It was great to see them. I really had a good time.
Dad was here for three weeks, which seemed like only one, and my sister was here for two.
Now they’re both gone.
Back to the Mother Land.
And I had to have a little cry on the way home from the airport.
Well a howl really.
I didn’t do much of anything during their visit which was nice.
Dad liked to sit outside in the 100 degree heat and read his book. I could only manage ten minutes at a time and I’ve lived here for twenty-six years.
My sister also liked to sit outside in the 100 degree heat and read her book.
You know what they say about mad dogs and Englishmen.
I’ve never been able to sit outside in the heat. Of all the people to come live here in sunny Houston, I was probably not the best first choice.
We went to the theatre to watch The Foreigner by Larry Shue which was really good and we had to laugh out loud.
Except it was FREEZING inside the theatre and we almost had to cry also.
I know, I know.
It’s too hot, it’s too cold. What’s a girl to do.
Live in Hawaii that’s what…
Anyway we didn’t ‘do’ the Space Center because it was like 100+ degrees and the thought of being outside on their little open air tram tour seemed a little…well, hot, but P did take my dad fishing five times! because out in the bay where the air is so still that the water doesn’t move and the heat beats down on you to the point where you think your brain is frying and you can’t see the shore line which is your only hope for survival and you begin to think you’re living in some strange hallucinatory land from your worse nightmare is exactly what the doctor orders for all 85 year old men.
Did they listen to me?
And what did we get to show for the worry?
One little fish.
Dad survived to live another day and I think enjoyed living on the edge even if it did nothing but to prove that we’d never survive on their hunting and gathering skills.
My sister, on the other hand, found that worrying about whether your fishing skills are sufficient for survival meant nothing compared to being taken aside into the ‘special’ room at the airport because your hands show evidence of recent exposure to explosive materials.
We think that the only possible explanation for her detainment could be that we had been in my studio just before we left for the airport. Who knows what chemicals are lurking there. Fortunately I don’t know what to do with any of them except to make jewelry and my sister definitely doesn’t know what to do with them.
Thankfully she passed their second test and so avoided the ‘extra special’ room where she believed that the latex glove worn by the nice security lady may well have been put to good use.
So, now they have gone
And I’m still here
It will be O.K.
I leave you with a photo of the only family I have left.
Aside from the two humans who live here.
And Pickles who doesn’t like to socialize with the local riff-raff.