Every time a storm rolls through here I think of the Stevie Ray Vaughn version of the blues song. Texas storms are like none other . . . I've lived in a lot of places and never seen them quite the same. Today the wind rolled through from the north like a tsunami wave and the trees started shuddering when everything started. Everything got dusty and nasty and then the rain came, pouring down like nothing else. It wasn't especially dark outside, and you could see that it was clear not far away, but things were just flooded for about a half hour. It's good--I think we'd been needing rain. I know it's silly and superstitious, but I'd been wearing my rain charm from Acoma and hoping for something to come. Fall makes me feel peripatetic (yeah, go look that one up) and I wish I could go back to New Mexico for a bit. The Balloon Fiesta is over fall break . . . but I'm going to be in Ohio. I'm really excited . . . I've never been to the Midwest before. And then on to Indiana from there for some more good-time journalism stuff. I really, really don't want to work for a newspaper, ever. I need to send for updated applications for grad school. I'm going to be at such a loss if I don't get in. I may have to just go join the military after all. Ok, maybe not, but I don't know what to do. Working on my book, keeping grades up, and sending out applications is what I need to focus on this semester. Let's just hope I can remember that for the rest of the semester.
By the way, the word "peripatetic" means "of a wandering nature." I need to get out.
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