well ballyhoo, we're in texas

Happy Birthday Orry, you were born almost exactly four years ago this minute.

We are moved into an apartment into Houston, where we feel like we're a little on the wrong side of town. But on the plus side (and this is why we live there), we live about a three or four minute drive to work. It's about a mile and a half, but what's funny is that it's really just across a road. But it's a big road, beltway eight. And actually, I haven't ever been on it, because it is a tollway, and it has service roads that go around it, which serve the purpose we need of crossing it.

I actually like Texas, so far. Maybe I was hasty to reproach the lone star state. Some examples for my second thoughts: service is considerably better, drivers are considerably better, people are considerably nicer. Some more good points about where we live are that the area is a sort of convergence of a few different international cultures. My job, by the way, for the time being, is a lot like teaching English in another land. All my students are Turkish or from somewhere similar (like Azerbeijan or Uzbekistan). Many of them are fresh from overseas. I like it.

We eat breakfast at the school each morning. And after the schoolday we also usually eat dinner. There are a lot of olives and cheese.

Annie rolls, Isaac babbles, Orry is four, yes, four years old. Sheesh, time flies.