Mom was so reluctant to see Amber and me leave that she insisted on a prolonged photoshoot outside as we were walking out the door. I hated to leave too; the family was going to be there for the rest of the week and I was going to schlep back to work after dropping Amber off in Murfreesboro. The drive back was easy enough, even if I did have to drive into the sunset the…
Tuesday brought much milling about and squirreling away. Pigeon Forge is lined with places you never want to go into but that you always end up buying shit at. Why? I don’t know. It’s some kind of universal law involving the eventual depletion of your checking account. Amber and I were sitting and waiting on the folks to meet us when my mom walked up to us. “Y’all!” mom started, then laughed. “I was going…
A lost wallet (including lost license, credit/debit cards, social security cards and more) didn’t come between me and my plan to take my sister and nephews (and oldest nephew Casey’s BFF) to Six Flags for a couple of days. No roller coaster is a match for us, I tell you what. Project 365]
Monday evening, Stephanie and I got all itchy for a roadtrip so we headed east and slightly north and ended up on the sleepy streets of Brownsville, which, for all we could tell, had been emptied out by the zombie apocalypse. Oh, except for RJ’s Hibachi, a greasy spoon that gleefully abuses the “hibachi” part of its name by completely ignoring it. It was hoppin’. We had some time to kill before the sun sat…
Some tales are so absurd that they can’t really be told. “You had to be there” is not just a cliché; it’s a truth. Expand it to “you had to be there … inside my head” and maybe you’d be able to understand why I am at a loss to try to explain the events of Thursday night in a way that conveys their very ridiculousness and surreality. So I biff off toward Nashville Thursday…
No time for art. Just packing. That container has since been filled to the brim and now I’m trying to see what I’ve left out. One thing I’ve got to pick up is boxed wine. Oh yeah, and food. Tomorrow morning (ugh, well, later today) I leave out for Nashville, where I’ll pick Amber up at the airport and we’ll truck it to Murfreesboro to pick up our tent and other camping goodies from her…
Two trips to Nashville in less than a week is hard on an old woman. [Project 365]
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
My brain is full of fun things, and I’m ready to go home. [Project 365]
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