Friday Flower No. 14 (belated, again!)
Another dahlia. This is a much smaller one. It seems capable of holding itself upright.
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On the road
My camera and I have a date with several bands and a chunk of muddy farmland. If I can actually get online (last year I couldn’t, really), I’ll check in here and at The Memphis Blog. Of course I will be tweeting. I imagine you are nearly unable to contain your excitement so I will hush up and get going.
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Friday foliage No. 2
This stuff is everywhere at my grandmother’s house. I feel like I know what it is but I just cannot say.
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Come for the bug lotion, stay for the flattery
I enlisted a nice gentleman’s help in Rite Aid last night, as I was completely unable to navigate my way toward the bugspray aisle. “Do you have bug-repellent lotions?” I asked him. He thought for a beat and then said, “Let’s go see.” He led me back to the bugspray and I scanned the bottles and canisters and moist towelettes for something more spreadable. I didn’t find what I was looking for. The man picked…
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I hate the internet
Why do I get sucked in to dumb arguments? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY
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Decompressing
This has been a week for the books. I had a one-day weekend and then hit the ground running Monday, only to run headlong into the bloodiest police shootout in Memphis-area history at the end of the week. I don’t know exactly what happened, other than it was awful. Just awful. Awful and weird. But I am in the business of awful. I see and hear a lot of it, every day. I miss a…
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Puppies puppies puppies puppies PUPPIES
My parents’ goofy ol’ German shepherd Timber got knocked up somehow a few months back, which my parents realized mere days before she gave birth to two widdle bitty baby puppies squeeeeeeee. Oh god, sorry. No, no I’m not sorry. I am FREAKING SQUEEING ALL OVER MYSELF GOOD GOD PUPPIIIEEEEEES!! I got to meet Daisy Mae and Teddy Bear — sisters, despite how Teddy’s got a boyish name and face — this weekend for the…
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‘An act of God’
The limb‘s on me, the insurance company says. (I inquired because it appears that I now have a leak in the ceiling in, curiously, the exact spot where that bastard hit the roof.) Just because it fell from a neighbor’s tree doesn’t make the neighbor responsible, seeing as how it was “an act of God” and all. Bokay. So begins my quest to find a roofer who will either come in way under my deductible…
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Words matter to other people, too!
Aunt B brought this to my attention just now: Philadelphia-based writer Tara Murtha pleads for some sense in the “rape” vs. “had sex with” debate. Here’s what I said on the same topic a little while back. Pay attention and I promise you will see this unfortunate semantic switcheroo a lot. It needs to stop.
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