It’s Houston, So It Has to Be Fabulous

Today was the get to Houston day. It was easy. My friends Ruth E. and Frank were traveling with me. Frank did all the heavy lifting when it came to overhead bins and we had an uneventful and on time trip to Houston.

Houston where everything is bigger, the airport, the traffic, the motels beside the highways. Frank drove with Ruth E. doing an excellent job navigating as we had to make not one, but two different left exits on highways within mere tenths of miles of entering said highways on the right.

Cars let Frank merge every time as if they could tell he is such a nice guy and they would want to let him in. This would never happen in Boston.

We arrived at the beautiful home were we are guests. The gardens and the landscaping are so exquisite and we were given a full tour as it was the absolutely perfect weather day. Then we had the house tour and by then I was just exhausted. That was fine because there was an hour to refresh before we were going to dinner to meet some other wonderful friends.

I unpacked and rested a little, but not until I had studied the paper art on my bathroom toilet tissue. As an accomplished lover of doing paper crafts I might be able to recreate this bow design, but probably not to this perfection. While’s studying the toilet tissue I noticed a button next to the roll, so I pushed it. It was the control button for the fan. Brilliant. You know you need the fan while sitting on the throne. Doesn’t it make sense to put the button there?

It’s a perfect world here. I am not sure I am going to be able to go home to Durham and look at my lawn and not feel shame. But now I have to rest to be ready for class tomorrow. It’s Houston, so it has to be fabulous.