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Stopped off again in Bastrop on my way to Houston today. While I was there Tubby made a gigantic dinner with all the fixins. When she said that she was going to be making burgers, I didn't realize how seriously she meant it. From scratch, and then she had all the sides including fresh dill pickles (i could only find sweet pickles in britain, so this was a treat). And then as the sides she had beans and corn muffins. It was excellent. When I go over to Tubby and Belinda's house I feel a lot like family. So much so that I think I should start doing chores for them. I did the dishes, so that's probably as much as I ever did for my family.

While I was in Bastrop a huge storm blew in. Tubby really likes to to watch me confront my fears, or laugh at me freaking out rather. I'm always afraid of tornadoes, so when I see big purple clouds forming and hear a train sound I start to prepare. We've seen five tornadoes between us, so we know it did look and sound like a tornado, but what Tubby didn't tell me was that there was actually a train nearby. "Hear it coming?" she asked. Thanks...

While I was out gathering up the animals five buzzards hovered overhead. Then six, then eight. Yikes. They hovered about five yards above me, not flapping, but floating like kites. Fuck off buzzards! What are you looking at. Oh, me? No, the kitten rubbing against my ankles. When I picked up the kitten they went away, but they were going to get him. He'll soon be big enough to scare off the buzzards himself.

When I set went to set off to Houston I found my car covered in goat prints. I suppose that they do like to climb, and that my car looked like an attractively climbable option, but I don't know how much I like goats right now. I mean, my car was white. The goats were right by my car to say goodbye when I left.

The drive into Houston was something I've done before a hundred times, but not alone for a long time. That was a little strange, but I got a chance to listen to the radio. It was odd the music they were playing: man in the mirror by michael jackson, toy soldiers by martika, and lots of songs by nirvana I hadn't heard for a while. Songs I haven't heard since they came out actually. So I trekked on the familiar drive through La Grange, Texas (home of the best little whorehouse in), Columbus, Sealy, Katy and then Houston. When I arrived in Houston they were playing european dance anthems. Huh? I don't want to listen to this here. That's for when I'm in europe. And it was weird that the DJ for the program was my high school dance instructors husband. Enough of that.

And then I was home, in my old room at my mom's place. It didn't really feel like anywhere I had ever lived nor that it had ever been my room. I hate that feeling when I just arrive there, but it didn't last long this time.