September 5th, 2006.

Hrm. My head hurts. Slightly too much sunshine followed by a lot of grey and not enough sleep all around. Sara and I are hanging out at a coffeeshop down the street from the Cosmos Cafe where I’ll be playing the open mic, and maybe, just MAYBE, unloading the rest of the CDs I brought with me to Texas. I’ve just surpassed Heather’s number, but she managed to sell a bunch of CDs at just one open mic. I’ve been to about five to sell one or two more than her. Sheesh… people just don’t trust my honest face, or they want to strand me here.

Despite the number of other creatures on the packaging, the ingredients claim “beef”. I’m not sure which I hoped for, but I can’t imagine rabbit being this… OH GOD… TOUGH!!!

All in all, it’s actually kind of cold. I never thought I’d say THAT in Houston, TX, but it’s rainy and grey and we’ve been visting Best Buys all day and we’re sitting under the air conditioner to get our hands on free electricity… I’m not entirely certain that it’s worth it.

Sara and I ended up back at the Butterfly House at the Houston Natural History Museum. We spotted many lizards as we walked to and fro, and a couple of frogs in the Butterfly House. However, the butterflies came to me and actually wouldn’t leave. (I had my work cut out for me getting this guy off of my apparently most-succulent digit). Sara was mortified that they absolutely refused her thumb.

My brother, George, and his wife, Del, accompanied us to the beach to catch beesties. Del proceeded to dig a hole – a lot bigger than the one that Sara dug… I was dutifully impressed. George made a lot of “that’s MY GIRL!!!” faces. She didn’t find whatever was bulding the mounds, but she did find a worm. That creature made me sure it was smart for me NOT to be wandering around in my bare feet. Parasite GOODNESS!!!

Me in the Galveston Bay catching hermit crabs. My ass got very, very wet. And not in a nice way. The guy sitting on the top of the pitcher there was HUGE. I have a video of us coaxing him out of his shell. I wanted to bring him home… sort of… but really his claws were inhumanly vast (he thinks about the sentance he just wrote and then he just shakes his head). I LIKED Pinchy and his pinching, but this guy would’ve harvested my fingers. During the video something went after Sara’s toe.

Recently, we’ve been very focused on crabs. Hermit crabs, to be exact. An erroneous name, we’ve leaned, as they are QUITE gregarious beasties. They also like thumbs.