My grandmother broke her shoulder during a fall a few weeks ago, and now she’s living in Decatur County with my aunt and uncle until she regains control of her arm and can once again perform all those awesome arm functions that differentiate human adults from human babies. Ass wiping, mostly. (Grandmaw, if you ever read this, I hope you will laugh at that joke and not be scandalized. I love you and the internet…
Tonight my dad commented on the size of my ankles.
Sunday morning in Memphis. Old School Freight Train is on the iTunes, water is on the stove boiling for coffee, and biscuits are waiting to be put in the oven. Yes, they’re frozen but they deserve respect because they will be delicious. The AC is earning its keep up above me. It’s a trip having your own central air. You Midtown people know what I’m talking about, I’m sure. That quiet chilly breath on your…
The lilies my mom transplanted for me finally bloomed! My camera can’t seem to handle bright red! I should figure out why! And fix it!
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
It’s a rainy morning here in scenic Saltillo, Tenn. Bill Engvall’s funny-video show is on the TV and dad’s in the recliner snoring. Mom’s napping in bed. Yesterday we gave my mom a laptop for Mother’s Day, which she was so excited and surprised about. She and Dad have had the same old Dell desktop since about 2001. They’ve done no operating system or RAM upgrades in the intervening years, so you can sort of…
Mom, dad, and the nephews came down Sunday and we went to a Redbirds game. We were among a dozen or so people in attendance on what turned out to be a lovely evening. I am exaggerating. There had to be thirty people there. It felt nice to show off the park and even nicer that the Redbirds won. Going to those games is bittersweet; it’s always fun but when I go, I see how…
Last night I took the trash down to the curb barefoot for the first time ever. The air was cool but the concrete was warm under my feet. The bin rolled smoothly and no neighbor dogs took notice. It was a sublime moment. Apparently I have a private crew of yard workers who will just cruise into town periodically and mow and weedeat and bring me bulbs and clumps of greenery and sprigs of trees…
I’m in the process of drawing diagrams of my flowerbeds and what’s planted where. My mom and grandmother were so giddy about being here and helping me out that they’re coming back tomorrow morning, this time with my dad and a lawnmower in tow. I need the diagrams so I won’t spontaneously forget something’s brewing in the ground in a particular spot and plant something right on top of it. They brought me a good…
My mom, grandmother, and youngest nephew rolled in to town today just before I had to leave for work (booo work), and unloaded an SUV full of garden tools and bulbs and bits of rooty green things they’d plucked from the Triple T Farms soil. I gave them the grand tour of the house and we made several rounds through the yard, my mom and grandmother rattling off names of plants and trees I would…
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