Day 300: Last One Standing
Sometimes it’s 1:15 a.m. and they turn the lights out and you have to go home. [Project 365]
Sometimes it’s 1:15 a.m. and they turn the lights out and you have to go home. [Project 365]
Amanda roused me out of hermit-dom Sunday, for which I am eternally grateful, for I got to nose up in the historic Annesdale-Snowden estate, which hasn’t exactly been open to the public very much in its prolific history. And what a history it has. The place is enormous, and features all the weird old leftover idiosyncrasies of Southern aristocracy we’ve grown to love and appreciate (dingy servants’ quarters, anyone?). It felt more than tacky rifling…
I am so excited to welcome Lilly into the world. She’s got a couple of awesome parents and a pretty cool big brother to take care of her. [Project 365]
Today I: Woke up to a phone call from my dad at 10 a.m. Jumped in the shower and got out of the apartment and on the road by 10:40. Answered the text of a co-worker calling in sick. Met the family in Somerville, who had driven from Hardin County to hand off a chunk of change I just found out I needed desperately in order to close on the house. Drove back to Memphis.…
There’s a lot that needs saying and a lot I don’t want to forget about October — which I’m going to jokingly refer to as Woetober because of all the shit I’ve been wading through lately — but it ain’t in me. The time, the energy. Nothing.
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