The Professor went off to Mongolia, of all places, and lucky me, I'm back in Baton Rouge. I really don't mind. Mongolia has never been in my top ten places to see. The Professor, on the other hand, intends to see the entire world before he dies, and he was really excited about this trip. He even borrowed my camera, the video camera, the charger, the adaptor plugs and my binoculars, things he's been leaving behind on previous trips. There was something about dinosaur eggs that got him so fired up.

The Professor cleaned all his junk out of the bedroom last week. You have to know this man to believe it: he has maps, and aeronautical maps, and scientific journals, and old copies of Playboy, and tools, and old tapes and files from moon experiments, and currency from a zillion different countries, and stock folders, and ... I could go on, but I think you get the idea. He goes beserk if I touch his stuff, so it's been gradually spreading out from one corner until I didn't know how he could get to his dresser. Well, he didn't just move it from one room to another, which is what he usually does, he actually THREW THINGS AWAY. Now this is such a rare event that I figured it would probably rain money.

It rained, all right, only it wasn't money. We are fortunate to live near Galveston Bay, where the water has a place to go. A good part of Houston flooded badly. I waited until early afternoon to leave town, because I wasn't sure I'd be able to get out of town until then. The further east I went, the drier it got, and soon I was back in bright sunshine -- until I got to Baton Rouge, where I was greeted by another thunder storm. Oh well, they need the rain.

You know, the last time the Professor took a trip in June, Houston had a little tropical storm name Allison. That was the one that floated fully loaded tanker trucks up onto the concrete median barriers. I think I see a connection here.

Guppy, Stormii, the Little Angel and I went to see Cars yesterday. What a cute movie! I think anyone would enjoy it, but especially if you're old enough to remember Route 66, do yourself a favor and go see it. They even used the song Sha-Boom in it, and that's one I never thought I would hear again. (If you know what I'm talking about, I know how old you are!) I intend to go see it again with the Professor and my mother, and we won't even have to take a child along for cover.