Traffic, spilt coffee, inconclusive medical diagnosis, more traffic, drive to Cumming, Blue Screen of Death/hour three of being dead in the water while working on a deadline. IT and endless updates. Just now eating lunch. I'm having a Tuesday. Just telling myself I can see the sun, and it could always be way worse.
Husband home, new yard sale dress picked up, reading book club book at the bar @Local 7, while the rain falls outside. Pondering if, no matter how much I loved her, I could marry the woman sitting at a nearby table with the distinctive and highly annoying laugh. People are looking at her husband and child with supreme pity. Just found a few stray fried pickles in my fried artichoke basket. This Sunday is okay.
This is me on my graduation day, UGA 1995, with my mom and sister. Mom's wearing my cap and gown- She and Dad were more excited than I was. Thankful for the way I was brought up to believe that getting an education is the foundation for everything else, and something no one can ever take away from you. #bittersoutherner #bsmakethemproud
Seems fitting for a night such as this. . . I sure do love me some Emily D. We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision… Read more →
I write for me, and you read for you. You, the reader, are the one who chooses if you want to continue reading what I write. It seems to work okay; It’s a pretty neat system that’s been around for a few thousand years. Read more →