the not very tall mountains call me home

First before I forget, my thanks to everyone who offered their condolences about my kitty. She was a well loved creature, and had a happy life in my mother's home. That broken shoulder healed well, and she never even showed a limp. My mother buried her in the yard, and we both hope no one ever has to dig up that yard because we have quite a pet cemetary at this point.

Anyhow, I'm back home now. Flying is not a glamour filled experience, especially not in the age of Orange Level Fear. My flights were both delayed by about an hour, and that's frustrating after getting up so early in the morning. I also find it crazy the number of people flying around with very small children who like to scream and shit themselves. I think I would feel more sympathy for these parents if they made an effort not to let their numerous offspring treat the airport and plane as their own private jungle gym. It's really not okay to allow your child to behave like a wild monkey in a public place such as the airport. My parents would have strangled me before putting up with the crap I saw people turn a blind eye on today.

All that aside it is a good feeling to see the city appear under the thin clouds, wrapped in the band of the river. It's so beautiful here, and I feel it in my bones. Tyler took me to Kerbey for queso and migas and endless iced tea. Happiness. I also have so much mail!! Including a letter from Elisa with some cool and thoughtful things, and my Wearable Sculpture stuff that is so beautiful.

Yesterday I saw more crazy things than I can document at the moment and finally met an old LJ friend. More updates when I'm not jet lagged and wasted. I haven't read my friend's list closely this past week, so if something important came up comment here.