I like Asheville. A lot. We’re staying right downtown near a neat strip of bars and shops and a cute little park. Internet’s not working in the room, which is turning out to be kind of quite lovely. It’s nap time for me and the feller. Then maybe going out tonight. We’re keeping it low key.
Consisted of seven hours in a car to get from Memphis to Dickson (a trip that normally takes three hours), where we are currently staying in a Motel 6, after being stuck in snarled, crawling traffic that sat helpless as it became surrounded by accumulating snow and packed ice on an increasingly unsalted interstate, watching car after car slide off the road and get stuck in the drifts on the side of the road. In…
Let’s see if my brain can rally and get back to being only half crazy, shall we?
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…
Pigeon Forge is so bizarre. There’s these big, big rolling hills in the distance, but to get there, you’ve got to crawl past mounds of kitsch draped in rope lights that make your eyes hurt. I don’t even know what the point of Pigeon Forge is. I just opened a new tab so I could read the wiki. Huh. FAMILY VACATION HUB Yes, okay. If you insist. Jeez, Pigeon Forge. Step the eff off, Pigeon…
This lovely setting is not, I repeat NOT inside our cabin in Gatlinburg. It is, however, in the lobby, where we had to go to get online (for a nominal fee) so Amber could file her students’ final essay questions since wireless was not working in our cabin. First-world problems, jeeeeez. [Project 365]
My sister said she’d never ridden the big swings before. So we rode them. [Project 365]
The last bit of my time in the mountains was considerably better than the first bit. Wednesday, my dad and grandmother and I headed eastward in my car (which was a trooper) to scale the mountain and turn around in Cherokee, N.C. The weather was heavy and wet and temperamental, but we braved it anyway. The dampness saturated the colors, but when the fog set in, it was hard to see anything through a lens…
This Christmas, surprise the one you love with this beautiful “Humping Bear” figurine. Today was quite a bit better than yesterday. Because it had to be, I guess. We got a late start but ended up frittering away several hours in Gatlinburg proper, milling around, wandering in and out of shops, and getting rained on. A lot. We’re a slow-moving bunch, for sure. Mom is hobbling around because both her feet are in orthopedic boots…
It’s 2 a.m. in Gatlinburg. I’m out on the deck of our cabin, hoodie engaged, enjoying the ha-ha-not-free wireless we paid $12 for. The world’s tiniest creek is babbling several feet below me. The wind is blowing and my feet, despite being besocked, are cold. My grandmother is just inside, her hearing aids resting on the night stand, a frightening C-PAP machine strapped to her face, the television blaring its early-morning mediocrity to the world.…
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