TS Don, the welcome mat’s out!

Never thought I’d be praying for a tropical storm and certainly not looking forward to a visit from anyone named Don (with a wink to Mom—inside joke!), but there it is.

Tropical Storm Don takes a bead on South Texas

Tropical Storm Don takes a bead on South Texas

Truth be told, I never thought I’d be praying at all, but with this exceptional, protracted drought we’ve been suffering through, your humble blog author and resident island agnostic is now poised to fall on her knees, tear at her hair, and beseech the Higher Power to intervene with at least a little rainy manna from Heaven.

With the formation of Tropical Storm Don after its unremarkable birth in the Caribbean, I’ve been following the weather forecasts each evening with nail-biting anticipation. Read the rest of this entry »

Block party!

Albeit unplanned. No matter—invitations not required.

Avenue O and 48th—dangerous!

Avenue O and 48th—dangerous!

Apparently all you need for a spontaneous block party around here is a loud car crash—or, to borrow from the old Batman comics, “KAPOW! CRRAACK! CLUNK!”

And if it occurs on a fairly regular basis, right in front of your very own home, you might be wise to (a) invest in a popcorn popper and (b) start filing quarterly income tax returns because (c) there just might be a viable cottage industry here. Read the rest of this entry »

Joli minou!

Introducing the newest member of our little island family, a four-month-old gray tabby with white socks on her hind feet and an admirably fearless personality, recently adopted from the Galveston Humane Society.

A baby minou

A baby minou

Okay, you say, but what’s her name?

Well, for the past week, since I picked her up and brought her home eight days ago, that’s been the number one question I’ve been laboring to answer.

And as I discovered, this cat-naming business can be quite a process!

In the beginning, my idea was to come up with an exotic, “islandy” kind of name, perhaps something with a Balinese flavor, which could handily double as my tiny tabby homage to the old Balinese Room, a piece of lost Galveston history to which I will always have fond, and forever memorable, ties. Read the rest of this entry »