I don’t have to go too far out in the middle of nowhere anymore because of a change in my territory for work, hence the end of Rural Texas Mondays. I told my boss about it, though, and she was considerate enough to get this shot in downtown Austin for me. It’s not a rural setting, but it’s about as unexpectedly country as Texas can be!
Cheaper than a cab, too.
This song really has nothing to do with anything in particular, but it’s been stuck in my head for days and I also kind of love it. And I may have grown up during her Genie in a Bottle years, but this song always reminds me how truly talented Christina Aguilera is. That’s right, I’m Team Xtina, baby!
Update: So it turns out that my whole creeper eye thing (actually called 6th nerve palsy) will likely need surgical correction. Awesome. I can only hope that I’m able to get in with the strabismus team (surgery team) with enough time to schedule surgery and heal before Pitt in August – fingers crossed!
I also learned that I may never be able to wean off steroids… I have a 3 month plan to titrate (periodically lower) my dosage, but that may not work. Oh well, what’s 1 pill that I still have to take? I’m getting rid of many, so I could deal with 1 sticking around.
Unsurprisingly, rural Texas has some weird food options.
Gas station gold…
Why, yes, I’d like nothing more than some fried pork fat with attached skin! (said the vegetarian)
Oh heyyyy there! Let’s just get this out of the way. No awkward excuses. It wasn’t you, it was me. I know I’ve been neglecting you for a few months. I hate me too. It’s ok. I’m back (with some fun new music videos!!)
So yeah, you may have noticed my absence since.. oh wow SEPTEMBER? God I suck. I don’t actually have any good reason why I was not tending to the blog. Just life, man. It tends to get in the way sometimes. I’ve had a pretty good few months. Making friends, getting a hang of this whole 9-5* thing, hopping around the US, planning new trips, and listening to a lot of music. And watching stand up comedy. That’s a new thing I do. Thanks, Netflix. (Side note: want to have your mind blown? Watch Bo Burnham’s comedy special: what. I’ve watched it 3 times this week. It’s free. Just do it.)
Transitions! WE’RE GOING TO SAN DIEGO IN FEBRUARY! It was one of those “oh look, a Groupon for a beachfront resort in sunny California in the middle of February? Robby, Alexa, want to go?” type of moments. Happens allll the time. After zero begging, we booked some hotels and some flights and boom. Trip scheduled. I don’t really think any of you are too surprised though. Also true to our nature, we don’t really have too much planed yet except for a cheeky little New Politics concert at the House of Blues. Not going to lie, this one was a little random: I heard one of their songs on Pandora, sent a link to R&A, saw that they were in SD in February when we just happened to be there too so omg it’s a sign. Tickets purchased.
Check out my favorite New Politics songs below and also please please let us know what we should do in San Diego! This trip is definitely going to be a Do I Want to Move to California Eventually? trip so any and all insight is welcome 🙂
P.S. Thanks for keeping the ol’ bloggity afloat during my couple months of “mental rest”, Alexa. You da best. See you in 47 days!
*8 – 5:30. Vomit.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, y’all!
It’s been pretty chilly (if in the 40s and 50s really counts) and gray around central and Southern Texas the past week, which FINALLY made it feel like December! I even gave in to Christmas music on the radio yesterday.
I was thinking of getting a little tree and some lights to make my apartment look more festive, but maybe I should just get a light-up cactus, huh? What do you think? 🙂
The weird thing about trying to capture the essence of Nowhereland, TX is that even though practically no one is around, I feel like I can’t stop to enjoy the open spaces. The road is there to get you from point A to point B; there are farms and teeny towns in between, but nothing is made to be displayed or contemplated. It all has a purpose.
Unlike any museum, the beauty is not roped off and hung at eye level for you to soak in at your convenience. It’s all over, and sometimes you have to find your own path to stop and look.
The speed limits on those open roads is the same as any major highway, so you go flying by everything along the way. If I hadn’t finally committed to pulling over, I would have missed this little guy floating around just like whoever was in the white truck that sped past.
Cities aren’t the only places where life is in a hurry.
I wish I could say this was uncommon.
Just another Monday out in the boonies…
I couldn’t figure out why I was so enchanted with the wide open spaces and tiny barbed wire-wrapped farms that I was passing every week, since that’s kind of where I come from, but I think I’ve actually gotten used to cities. This whole blog has been (mostly) about the big, bad, urban metropolises we’ve ventured to and tried to figure out. I think it’s about time that I infuse some country landscapes into all that glass and concrete.
Consider this your first official installment.