Under a lonley star

Greetings from McAllen, Texas.
I am presently 15 minutes away from Mexico.
Exciting, because I've never been to Mexico.
Europe, check. Africa, yes.
Mexico, not so much. Nor Canada.
I suppose I like to travel far from home.

What happens when my family does not let me do the planning

I end up flying from New Orleans to Winston-Sale then driving to Atlanta the next day. We will then drive to Dallas in 24 hours to visit my sister upon her return from Japan, and to collect her cats, who we will bring back to Winston Salem.

Mind you that this is all my mum's master plan to see two of her children
at the same time. I however get 48 hours of travel time with mum, and 24
hours of cats screaming at me in japanese while I try not to loose my mind
driving through the madness that is the mountain pass between Knoxville and
Asheville. While T. gets an evening and a ride to the airport.

It is nice to be home though. New Orleans is lovely but it was getting nutty.

Everything is bigger in Texas.

Chinese food for ten.
Eating normally may be a problem for a little while.

I'm still here (clap, clap, clap) Deep in the heart of Texas.

Still sitting and waiting in Temple for New Orleans to get it's act together.

Last I hear my apartment is with power, but that the generators for the city are still not providing power to the city sewer system.
I had the opportunity to go home today, but opted not to for fear of not being able to flush.

The Great Texan Vacation continues in the quite well maintained little enclave I am in.
The orange is finding solace in the abundance of basin-esque birdbaths, the weather is
clear and sunny and not overloaded with boiling water molecules.





I've also never eaten so much in my life. Our days are pretty much spent reading updates and snacking leading up to a
gigantic Texan meal sometime between 4 and 9. Last night was steak, tonight I've been full of a gigantic cheeseburger whose picture I am debating weather or not to post due to it's obscene hugeness. You can judge by the onion rings.




I managed to find myself in Waco, where I bought an Augusten Burroughs anthology from an adorable young man in fantastic trousers at Barnes & Nobel. I failed to see any nut jobs though (apart from the highway system that is).