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For all you treehuggers

Friday, Lynne and I had lunch at Beck’s (great name) on Westheimer. The burgers, steak sandwiches, and fries are good, but the food isn’t really why we go there. We go when we need tree energy.

You may recall from this post* that I have a thing for live oaks. Or you may have guessed as much from the way live oak history and trivia found its way into THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE. I think they are just fantastic trees, and we visited a couple of them today at Beck’s. I took some photos that I’ll put behind a cut.

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For Marika

Dear Marika,

You must not berate me for not having them on display. They are safely packed away in the attic because it’s a zillion times more important to me that Tim be comfortable in his apartment than that these be displayed (and trust me, with a couple of hundred of them, there’s NO room inside my bungalow, but their existence is why the TimLair was formerly called “The Doll House”).

what the hell is she talking about

Sundayish

It keeps thundering, which means I have a quivering Margot under my feet. [Edit: As the only dog who doesn’t get mentioned in all of this post, I need to say her name: Guinness. Done. She’s very sensitive. 😉 ] Hopefully, no electrical issues will keep me from writing, because I’m a day behind. Yesterday, I made the decision to leave my computer and take care of things that I’ve put off for a while. For example, I went to the airport post office (thought of you, Mark!) to mail some packages that were long overdue to be shipped out.

Then I spent the afternoon at a tire place to get four new tires on Jet. Tom did this last week for his car and offered to take care of mine, but I figured that being out in the suburbs (airport!) was a good opportunity to get it done.

Okay, honestly? I took that route through the suburbs not for tires, but because I wanted to go to Krystal and get Krystal burgers, which either is meaningless to you (because you’ve never had one) or you’re wondering, Were you DRUNK? Because that’s when most people eat Krystals, and no, I wasn’t. It’s just that when you CAN’T get something outside the South, and suddenly you can, but only if you drive twenty-five miles, what was once a late-night-after-the-bars-mistake becomes DESIRABLE BEYOND COMPARE. Probably a lot like that guy we’ve all regretted taking home once, hmmmm?

After I had four new tires, it seemed only right to fill Jet with gas (cheaper in the right place in the suburbs) and get it washed. I vacuumed it out myself. If you know me, that’s a lot more shocking than those Krystals, because my friend Jeff trained me to get my car cleaned by someone else, and though I’ve given up many luxuries to be a full-time writer, the two I maintain are getting my car done and expensive bed linens. A girl’s gotta have her standards.

Since I was out in the vicinity of Green Acres, I finally went by and met Jess and Laura’s new dog. Here are some photos from my doggie moments yesterday. Um, I DID miss shooting one doggie moment: Seig HIKING HIS FREAKING LEG ON ME. Fortunately, I dodged him, and I have NO idea why he decided to mark me. I mean, we’ve SLEPT together; he knows I’m his! (At least when Rex is not around–I’m fickle.) According to Laura, he probably wanted the new dog Sam to know it, too. Whatever. Some people go to dog parks or Manhattan bars for that kind of action, but it’s not my thing.

dog photos here

PHOTOS Driveby

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 west down I-10 last Friday as the sun set.


Looking east last night as the moon rose.
That’s a residential high rise on the edge of prestigious River Oaks.