Texas songs and burnt-toast

Still in Austin, where it is hot and hip and student-filled. I feel comfortable because there are hippies here and you can get soy anything and sprouted everything, if you like that sort of thing. Which I don't, mostly. Most days we just try to stay submerged in the cool green river water up to our eyeballs. Here are my two little songs inspired by Texas:
"Swimming within the City Limits"
(coming from Santa Cruz; the prospect of swimming in a natural spring WITHIN the limits of Austin WITHOUT endangering your future offspring is a novelty and a joy!)
and
"Eating Sea-food in a Land-locked place".
(There are more crab shacks here that in Maine. O.K. that's an exagerration. But there are a whole bundle of them!)

Pete and Coop and Lucia left the day before yesterday. I was sad to see them go, and I hope The Van makes it up to Los Alamos. They got the starter fixed on Monday, so hopefully it will. Now there is nothing to do but be on vacation.
We saw "Howl's Moving Castle" last night. It was charming, with a totally random yet utterly convincing plot. I like the sensibilities of the asian narrative, because it doesn't seem formulaic to me--not having grown up in that culture and all. I don't EXPECT burnt toast to have a spirit that lives inside it that looks like a charred dough-boy with a slit for a mouth.