I was thrifting with AY-D and Amy on my glorious — and gloriously productive — Saturday off when Amy spotted this little number at that antique shop next door to the Mapco at Central and Cooper. (Gary’s?) $15 brand new. It’s a good thing Amy spotted it because I was too busy following Amanda around while wearing some wooden African sympathy pregnancy belly to notice a damn thing.
Nick: i’m off work today me: awesome big plans? Nick: might catch a movie me: “babies”? it’s not a porno sorry Nick: i think we’re gonna go see robin hood this is what happens when people who don’t share similar interests try to go to a movie me: it’s going to be terrible have fun Nick: i know it might not it’ll mostly be forumula me: isn’t it getting terrible reviews? Nick: i dont know…
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…
I’m having a hard time really wrapping my brain around exactly what is happening in Nashville right now, but I know that a lot of people I care very much about are having a really hard time. And they are scared. And I feel so helpless out here in Shelby County, offering small bits of moral support in tweets and texts and blog posts, but I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know…
(For the full account of the meaning of this madness, read this.)
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…
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The Joanna Newsom show Sunday at the Mercy Lounge was equal parts lovely and wonderful and ridiculous and funny. The lovely and wonderful parts are, of course, the bits where Newsom and her band were involved (we more or less missed the entire opening act since the show was listed as starting at 9 but he was already playing by the time we got there at 8:30). It is a new experience for me, watching…
In this, a rare moment of calm before work, I am sipping slowly on a cup of coffee and gazing out the back window in the dining room, trying to catch glimpses through bush branches of what’s going on in the back yard. Ever since I decided to battle the raccoon by only putting the feeder out while I’m at home and awake, my hungry bird population has plummeted. It makes for a quieter and…
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