Lizards in the Mailbox

So, Reader, I did it. I bought the tiny Storm Survivor cottage on Galveston Island. Perhaps I should tell you about this new adventure in a more organized manner, but I’m sitting here on my porch on a windy and humid Island night, a strange looking new moon in the sky, and instead of a full account of my new real estate endeavor, my hopes, dreams, plans, bla bla, I will just tell you that today there were three lizards in my mailbox. All alive and well, thank you very much. I absolutely love lizards. And though, at times I still get overwhelmed, such as today when I set out to cook my first meal in the new house for me and my friend and realized I only had one fork (because my forks are apparently all still packed in a box, probably in Houston), overall I’m overcome with joy and disbelief at the opportunity to make this sweet little home my own. There’s obviously a lot to be done, but even more to be enjoyed. I really love my porch, love the hundred-year-old tree out front, love the whistling birds above all else. The dog, obviously, is having a wonderful time. She especially enjoys long salty walks on the Seawall, which is not that far away.

Let me treat you to a disorganized selection of pictures too, various stages of the moving process, various poses of dog. You’re so very welcome.