Here I am, on my third day of wandering the city all by my lonesome. I'm actually having a good time doing it, despite my anxiety over finding my way around! I haven't been seriously lost yet. The worst was yesterday evening on my way to get Chris. I could see his building but I couldn't get to it.
So far, I have been to my old stomping grounds, I have eaten fabulous food in large quantities, I have been to the Museum of Natural Science, the Houston Zoo and Hermann Park, and I have been pooped on by birds three times. This is not a joke.
I should explain that I have a long history of being pooped on by birds. It started in my early teens, and back then it only happened once a year or so. It seems to be escalating. Last April in Cancun, I was surprised to note only two seagulls in the entire beach area. This thrilled me, since I know seagulls are notorious poopers. Nevertheless, I got pooped on. Twice. In one day. I'm not sure if it was the same seagull, or one of each. I'm not sure I care.
This brings us to yesterday. I parked in the middle of Hermann Park, which is centrally located between the zoo and the museum. I got out of my car and took two steps. I bird pooped on my hand. This, I took in stride. After all, it happens a lot. But when I was walking around the pond and a bird pooped on my head, I began to be annoyed. Do you know how hard it is to wipe bird poop out of your hair with leaves??? After visiting the museum, where the only birds are dead and stuffed, I headed to the zoo, where A BIRD POOPED ON MY CHEST!!! Sorry about the caps, but by this time I was really put out. On my way back to the car, I ducked and put my bag over my head every time birds flew over me. A well-meaning gentleman tried to tell me the birds weren't going to fly down and peck me or anything. I'm not sure he believed me when I told him about my afternoon. Next time I go exploring, I'm definitely wearing a hat!