I'm glad Grace's surgery went well.
The South: Brunswick stew. Impeach Earl Warren signs. Moon Pies and RC. George Wallace. The Birmingham church bombing. Cornbread without sugar, the way god intended it. Collards. Gone with the Wind. Ted Turner. Picking cotton. Tobacco fields. Blind Willie McTell. Johnny Mercer. The Allman Brothers. REM. Peanuts in Coke.
YAY ALLYSON!!
Yay good Grace surgery. hoping for boring weeks ahead.
I am just sitting down to do three or four things for work. Mac was a giant pill tonight. We had visit 2 of 4 from a social worker in mac's first 12 months here (as required by Ethiopia). GIANT PILL. Shocking only to him, I got to say things like "I know you think that you won't get in trouble because we have a guest, but you are wrong. Keep this up and you will lose toys and tv."
Save your Confederate money, boys. The South will rise again.
Tobacco fields. Planting tobacco. The stupid finger-pinching seedling-planting machine that got dragged along behind the tractor. Driving the tractor just the right speed for planting evenly. Sunburn. Drying tobacco turning the air inside the barn into solid nicotine. Stripping dried tobacco leaves. Brown stains on fingers. Never even considered smoking after five years of working tobacco.
Okay, nostalgia gone. Thanks.
24: This season is weird. That is all.
Oy. OK, let's focus all the kid drama to be transmorgified (I think I may have made that up or bastardized it ) to GOOD drama for Allyson.
Mister Mac, behave, ok? Yeah, it's great that you are so comfy as to be a horsepill but really? Not necessary. Your mom love you, which is why she has rules.
I'm a dork. Watching a thing on Uluru or Ayers Rock when I should have gone to bed.
South:
calling people "son", grasshoppers, verandas, tobacco, Spanish moss, yonder, fixin to, yes m'am and sir, honeysuckle summer air.
Cats and mice have been enemies for untold generations - as far back as the dawn of animation. But now a new rivalry has developed: Cat vs. tiny RC helicopter.
Three different videos: [link]
Next time you fly in a real helicopter, be thankful there aren't giant house cats about.
I have no south to add, but I liked the idea of talking about humidity. It lends itself to word poetry and is such a universal experience.
When I saw this:
Seriously, that one intersection in Austin with Book People, Waterloo Records, and Whole Foods? Megan heaven.
I forgot who was posting and I was like, what strange new vegan is this?!