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I called Tim earlier to see what’s going on. They took him for more x-rays at two a.m., but he hasn’t seen a doctor today to know what that means. It would be great if the chest tube could come out today, because if all goes well after that happens, maybe he could come home as early as tomorrow. I’m not getting my hopes up again though.
This week’s Photo Friday theme: Silence.
This week’s Photo Friday theme: The City.
Tonight Lindsey and I went to Houston’s Theater District and shot some photos. She’s learning the features of her hot new camera before the trip she and Rhonda are about to take. I wanted to tag along and take photos with my more modest camera while salivating over hers.
A while back, Mark had asked for some downtown shots. Mark, this is one tiny part of Houston we could squeeze in before we lost all light (and before Lindsey bought dinner for all The Compounders and Rhonda–plus Sugar got to hang with Rex, Margot, and Guinness–thanks, Lindsey!).
I keep most of my Flickr photos private, but if you’re interested, feel free to check out the first downtown Houston set. You can see them as a slideshow, or you can look at them individually for identifying comments. If I’ve misnamed any of the buildings, PLEASE don’t hesitate to correct me and I’ll make it right on Flickr. Thanks!
And if you’re not into another damn hibiscus or moon shot, maybe you’d like to check out Mark G. Harris’s Question No. 5 for writers.
This week’s Photo Friday theme:
Real Life.
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Mark G. Harris: He does the work so you don’t have to. His third question to writers about their process can be found here.
It’s probably not a good idea to take photos from your car as you’re driving in Houston–if you’ve never been here, think every bad movie cliché of L.A. freeway traffic, then turn all the cars into pickups and Hummers and add guns. So these aren’t that great since I had to shoot them on the move, but:
Looking east last night as the moon rose.
That’s a residential high rise on the edge of prestigious River Oaks.
Photo: Waiting out a Houston thunderstorm, summer 2007
This week’s Photo Friday theme: Fantasy.
On Friday, my friend Lynne and I had a long conversation about the various stresses in our current lives. She had to go out of town Saturday for business, and this was her plan:
Arrive at her destination airport.
Take a cab to her hotel.
Check in.
Immediately take a long, hot bath.
Go to bed and watch TV until she fell asleep.
Sleep as long as she wanted to.
Nine-thirtiesh (p.m.), my phone rang. Lynne’s ride from the airport to her hotel took over an hour because of traffic. Upon her arrival, the totally booked hotel had no reservation in her name, and she’d failed to write down her confirmation number on the papers she had with her. Would I go to her office and find the confirmation number of her hotel reservation on her desk and call her with it so she could TAKE HER LONG, HOT BATH?
Of course I would. I WANTED her to have that bath and that good night’s sleep. She deserves it.
I went to her office building. (Note: Empty parking garages and skyscrapers are scary at night. I’m grateful life doesn’t come with a soundtrack.) I didn’t find her confirmation number and had to call her with that sad news. Her next move was to get a cab to another hotel. As I was about to leave, I heard something down the hall in the LOCKED suite that her office is in. My next move was to frantically call Tom.
Freaking ice maker.
In light of the fact that I think Lynne’s day went much worse than mine, I won’t provide further details of my Saturday except to say that Tom brought home a new coffeemaker. (And I will NEVER have an ice maker.)
The End.