We are selling our house here--as in, it's time to move out all the junk we'd stored there for the past four years and completely forgotten about. Right after flying in from Japan, we spent about a week reversing our collective amnesia. What fun. You can sense my excitement, can't you?
We had a gas leak in said house. Never have a gas leak. I mean, of course it would be bad to blow up, but I mean don't have one because it's h-e-double-hockey-sticks to get the Gas People to come out when you want them to, like in this lifetime.
Apparently our popularity as a family endures, because people still want to see us, goodness knows why, and we've already spent lots of time with our adoring public. Could the appeal be our witty repartee and dazzling tales of Life Abroad, which so many no people are interested in hearing?
As a slight amendment/correction to that last question, I should mention that we spent four days with former Japan-ite friends who are now back to livin' it up in their home (Beehive State) of Utah, and who now unintentionally but proudly sport on their minivan two lovely bumper stickers which read, "Don't Mess with Texas" and "Someone in Texas Loves Me." They like to hear our stories.
We have already driven in six states, out West--but it has seemed like many more, because we all know that Texas itself is really a whole 'nother country.
By some stroke of my usual genius at timing, I signed up for a June 21 postcard swap over at the delightful Hula Seventy. We arrived in the States on June 15. Ever heard of a fun little entity called jet lag? Mix it around and shake it up with trying to visit just about every person in North-Central Texas and see where that gets you when you're attempting to do a Craft Project. I mailed my thirteen cards exactly thirteen days late. But the cards were well-traveled before leaving my possession, as I worked on them in a hotel room in Dumas, Texas, a cabin in New Mexico, and our friends' house in the Beehive State of Utah, finally pulling off the highway to mail them in Wild Horse, Colorado, population 11.
I haven't been thrifting yet since we've been here (oops! once, but that was a quick one), and I've been to only two bookstores thus far, where I bought 4 or 5 books and one magazine, because it's never too soon to start hoarding books to take back with me mail back to Japan, after I've spent a couple of months attempting to read the truckload of books I put on hold at the branch library down the street here in Tejas.
I spent too much time doing laundry yesterday. At least it seemed that way, because I had to keep pulling myself away from back-to-back episodes of the reality show Sunset Tan (sure to be an Emmy winner, is that one!) to grab mountains of warm clothing from the dryer. It was a grueling day, I tell you.
But this is not a post about how busy I am, because that would be pretentious and boring. Gee, I wish I had more stuff to say. I'm sure I must be forgetting something. Hello? Hellooooooo out there????
