It’s a new day today and the coffee is strong
I’ve finally got some rest.–R.E.M.’s “Houston”
My cousin and I try to figure out who’s going where when on vacation this summer. We have a contest to see who is faster at calculating rates: she on her iPhone, I on my laptop.
Do we want to go to London, Lisbon, or Laredo?
I didn’t spend all my London money, so I see no reason not to take another trip to London.
I invited my husband, because it would be nice to travel with someone who can read a map, and I suspect that every place I went on the tube was just a brisk walk away if I’d known where I was going.
“I’m not going anywhere this summer,” he says.
I’m disappointed. I wonder if he’s willing to go later, or if he means he’s never going at all. He hates to fly and says he’ll wait till Obama builds a Chunnel to England.
That will never happen, right?
While my cousin drank martinis and checked flights and hotel rates, she wondered why I don’t want to take her to London. Uh, because she would rather drink in the hotel than go out? Because the last time we traveled together we ended up camping in a park where it was rumored that her favorite band would play, and it was just a cover band?
“I’m kidding–what could be more boring? But I would have got your five pounds back from that thing at Dabblers’ Books.”
“And, yeah, I would have shoplifted the book by A. B. Penis.”
“A. L. Kennedy?”
This is why it’s good to have a librarian in the family. No electronic chip can defeat her, and the day my cousin walks into Daunt Books is the day they pay her to leave.
I do love my cousin. She never reads a book, except for classic pulp fiction by Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, but she does know good literature from bad, and is a good librarian.
“You’re too soft on Persephones,” she says when she reads my blog.
She will read neither Persephones nor “the latest NYRB classic by a Polish-German Catholic-Jewish Gypsy Socialist whose 26 unpublished books have just been found in Berlin.”
Yes, she’s brutal, if very very funny.
Since I had nothing else to do while I drank my Starbucks molto but wait for her to calculate the cost of a trip to Tokyo, I realized idly that bloggers could and should developSelf-Guided Junkets for Tokyo, London, and every city. The London guidebooks were helpful, but the information I got from people who commented at the blog was crucial.
It would be much quicker and easier, however, to go to Houston than to Europe.
Houston is filled with promise
Laredo is a beautiful place
Galveston sings like that song that I loved
Its meaning has not been erased