I love my town, but lately two words have crosssed my mind many a time.
NOVA SCOTIA.

The heat is unbearable sometimes. Yes, why not move to land of Leif Erickson and blissful canadian summers? Atleast, for the summer that is.

Yup. I know I have been grumbling a bit. The job hunt has been pretty straining and I know this is the situation almost everywhere. So I will forge ahead into an undetermined future for my career. I will try to put up info about art soon. Ciao ciao!

As La Canicula nears it mid-point, the summer heat is getting bad. It's enough to keep me constrained to indoor activities in exception to the occasional trip to the island. For instance today, my mom and I really wanted to go to Matamoros to check out the tellas (fabric) stores to look for curtains for our newly renovated office. Down the grapeline we heard that there was a huge line of traffic back in the USA. Any native knows that being stuck in traffic at the bridge during the summer heat is no enjoyable experience. It is hell and the constant fear and likely threat that you engine will heat up, gas run out or that your antifreeze dry are just a few things that keep your anxiety rolling as you slowly sludge towards your American destination.

So instead we went to Harlingen to Hobby Lobby. The construction on the highway 77 is pretty scary to drive through at times and then there is always someone in a huge truck or SUV tailgating you even though you are doing about 70mph in a 50mph zone and you can't obviously move because there is a car in the left lane that won't budge by ignoring the fact that it has a line of cars tailgating behind him. So there is a truck tailgating you pushing 72mph and a slow car ahead of you doing exactly 49pmh in the left lane that is blocking you from reaching your destination, the right lane where you could do a comfortable 55-60 mph if you could only get ahead of the group of slow drivers in that lane as well. Tis a fine art- driving on US-77. It is getting just as bad as I-35, sometimes even worse, just because the car manners here are not as polite.

Alas, we did not find the fabric we desired but I did by a pair of awesome red buckeld heels at Ross. I love my shoes! I am wearing them now before I go to bed. YAY red shoes!