Today I used resin to fill in the termite damage in my hardwood floors, then sanded the spot down and painted over it. I think it looks pretty decent. Then I went out and got a Christmas tree. A real one that smells like Christmas. I shlepped it home, dragged it inside, and decorated it. My dog is fundamentally unimpressed, but I actually really like it.
Also, I gave a walking tour that was a lot of fun. And my friend and I loitered downtown afterwards. We saw a girl in a baby blue bridesmaid’s dress, her tattooed back completely exposed, walk out of a party. We shadowed her until we saw her slip safely into her Aibnb, but we couldn’t stop talking about her, speculating about her and why she left the party, why nobody walked with her. I think I need to write about her. I think this might be the beginning of yet another Galveston novel.
