This morning the whole family took a refreshing swim in our complex’s lagoon-like pool, followed by a nap for Zoe and some much-needed unpacking for Mama.
Later we explored a nearby park and ventured to the “Super” Wal*Mart. Turns out it wasn’t so super, as the smattering of groceries available was insufficient to complete my shopping. But we had a lovely, rather productive day. Most of the little thises and thats of moving into a new place were tended to by a parade of skilled workers sent by the leasing office, shortening Zoe’s nap a bit, which is why she naps again, which is why I am able to write this post.
The adjustment to Houston is going well, I would say. Clear Channel’s dominion comforts me in new places; all the radio stations are preset. TiVo is nestled into the armoire we gladly inherited from our friends (THANKS!). I like our place. I’m about to start what I’ve been waiting to do my whole life. I think we will be happy here.
The park left a little something to be desired, such that I will not call it “our park,” but for today it was great. Zoe enjoyed swinging, and I always love to watch her play.
While pushing her on the swing, I got a feeling I knew I had felt previously. When and where was it? Slowly it came to me. My first week in College Station. The moistness. The trickling. The oppressiveness.
Back sweat.
Welcome to Houston. Perhaps residency will take us somewhere cooler. 🙂
Side note: what to do for the approximately 144 square feet of “yard” we have? Yard – psh! It is woefully inadequate for our purposes as is. It could have potential I guess… We’re trying to make lemonade anyway. Our leanings are toward synthetic grass, but it’s pricey. Any other ideas? It needs to be appropriate for dogs and Zoe and very low maintenance, preferably something that doesn’t track in much mess, given my disdain for mopping. Pebbles? Mulch?
Would you consider a garden? There’s nothing better than fresh, ripe tomatoes and herbs that you have grown yourself. Not that I would know.
Good luck with the weather. My mom lives south of Houston, by the coast, and whenever I visit, it reminds me of walking around in soup!
That’s a good idea. I’m so sorry to hear about your veggies and their untimely demise. 🙁
If the dogs wouldn’t ruin it, I would do that. That space is really too small for them anyway, so we may have to do like all the other urban dwellers and take them out ourselves. Sigh. At least then I could have a garden though.
Walking around in soup – that is EXACTLY what it is!
In Utah, I am getting used to a dry heat. It’s funny how different it feels. I remember in SE Texas, summertime would feel like suffocating and I would instantly sweat. Here, I don’t really sweat that much, and instead the heat feels scorching, like my hair’s going to start on fire or something.
You are funny – that’s how Arizona was, too… It seems more tolerable until it gets past 100.
Ah yes, back sweat. I am thrown into a full-fledged panic when I start with the back sweat these days. Speaking of Super Wal-Mart, I recently purchased a rather cheesy looking hot pink and green mini fan (You remember our mini fans of the olden days, no? Such fun we had with those.) to nip those panic fests in the bud.
Oooo that’s a good idea!