Sunday, July 26, 2015

a screenshot a day

24 degrees cooler here than it is in Houston right now = happy Claire. 

Friday, July 24, 2015

a photo a day

on monday night i had excellent thai food with my friend elliot and his brother…and then i convinced them (it didn't take much convincing) to pop next door to a place called chez beignet, where i ordered, with great enthusiasm, a raspberry filled beignet…and then the woman working there gave us three.  "i wanted you to be able to try all the flavors!"  omg look at the joy on my face and the huge beignets in front of me:

elliot's brother tried a little bit of all three and proclaimed the chocolate one his favorite.  i downed the raspberry one…and then the chocolate one (oops).  vanilla was fine, but the raspberry one - oh it was amazing.  i need to find an excuse to go back there again soon…it's a bit out of the way, but that beignet is enough reason to find my way back to that neighborhood.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

the book i'm reading right now - a land more kind than home, by wiley cash, a new southern writer - begins with this epigraph, from which the book gets its title.  a beautiful few lines that i hadn't read before:

something has spoken to me in the night…and told me i shall die, i know not where.  saying:
"[death is] to lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth."
--thomas wolfe, you can't go home again

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

i went on an adventure!  well, really i was just stir-crazy and googled "hikes in houston" and this appeared and i went with it.  a 30 minute drive to the other side of town, and i found cullen park, with a 6.5 mile long paved trail that is mostly in the shade (this is the ONLY way to walk outside in houston in july).  i saw a dozen or so people walking and biking while i was there, but otherwise had the trail to myself.  just me and my ipod and my sweat.  i only walked 3.5 of the miles, but in the 90 degree heat and humidity, this was a good enough workout for me.

the best part is that the path goes by a 19th century cemetery!

one of these guys fought in the "indian wars"!

excellent adventure.  now i will stay inside for days on end until i forget about how truly hot it was and venture out again.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

a ruby a day

1. ribbons are ruby's favorite toy - i think they must look like an animal's tail when i slither them around on the ground, and ruby loves to stalk and pounce on them.

2. when your cat is this cute and smart, you have to let the whole world know.

a screenshot a day

Houston's 10 day forecast = GRIM.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

optimism aside.  optimism for another post.  visiting someone in prison inherently sucks.  up at 5am, 3 hour drive, stand in line outside for 2 hours and 15 minutes.  outside.  july.  louisiana.  85 degrees, sun beating down.  old people, babies, a man with a cane, a woman with what i assume is cerebral palsy.  i can't complain too much about the heat, the sweat pouring off of me, because they are doing it, too.  met a woman who drives up from miami.  15 hours.  met a couple who drive in from west texas.  9 hours.  almost everyone is middle class at best.  there is shade by the building, but we don't wait there.  we wait where they tell us to, in the middle of the parking lot.  every half hour or so, the call from the building "10 more!" "15 more!" "6 more!"  we trudge up, finally, to present our IDs and our loved one's prisoner number.  go through a metal detector.  leave behind whatever they deem problematic (the kroger card attached to my keys?  problematic.).  finally into the visitor's room, four hours with the person we've come to see.  everywhere you look, someone's private moments on display.  arbitrary rules.  stories of the guards cracking down after the prison escapes in new york and mexico.  i can't begin to comprehend what being in prison is like, but my little taste is enough to know it's not good.  they did this to themselves, of course.  to their families and friends.  i'm mad at them for that.  furious that they have made these loved ones sacrifice to see them.  that they are loved despite it.  even though i care for my friend despite it.  it's hard not to.  all these people in the visitor's room…and these are the ones whose loved ones come.  the lucky ones?  i don't know any more.  3 hours back home, mentally exhausted.  take out food, tv, cat who doesn't want to snuggle.  icing the heat rash i've acquired on my legs from those 2 hours and 15 minutes outside, the sunburn along the hemlines that the sunscreen didn't quite get.  i'm a lucky one; i get to leave.  i'm a lucky one; it's not my dad or brother or husband or child's father who has been left behind until the next visit.  i stayed until the end and couldn't watch the other goodbyes.  had to turn away from the reality of the goodbyes.  pit in my stomach.  he may just be my friend.  but it's still really hard.

Friday, July 17, 2015

a Ruby a day

In my house, you cannot be this cute/ridiculous and expect to get away with it without me taking at least four pictures. Miss Ruby discovered two shirts that needed to go to the dry cleaners (and now REALLY need to go to the dry cleaners) and made them her bed for a little morning nap. Never mind that they are on top of shoes and can't possibly be comfortable; I have learned in two years of being a cat mama that you shouldn't try to tell your cat what is comfortable.