Random Sunday

Some random stuff about this weekend:

I never heard from Austin. He got his last paycheck on Friday and I guess he's "ghetto rich"... you know, the way people act in the ghetto when they get their guv'ment check, spending unwisely.

I have been perfectly content here in the quiet, resting with no obligations. This place restores my soul.

The pain doctor put me on an anti-inflammatory drug that must be expensive because he had samples. So far, on the smallest dose, it's making a difference. We may have had a break through.

I made a stop by Publix on my way up and bought: a premade salad, a half of a key lime pie, coffee creamer, cherries, figs, hummus and pita, those phyllo dough baked twists things that are crazy addictive and the makings for taboule.

Yesterday I went to the bakery and bought dog treats, cheese sticks (you may have to be southern to know what those are), something special for my mama, and a frozen entree- chicken enchiladas.

I realized that we didn't have olive oil or lemon juice for making taboule so I went to the market and bought those things. Plus chapstick, which I had lost and found immediately after buying a new tube. Plus q-tips because if we have them here, I couldn't find them and I felt like moss was growing in my ears.

In summary, I've not starved up here but I did spend more than I meant to.

Gas was $3.69/gallon when I filled up yesterday.

I had made arrangements to get the mailbox put up as my birthday present for mama and daddy and they decided not to put a mailbox up here so it wouldn't accumulate junk mail. The guy who was gonna do it was one of those in the Redneck Mafia during that disappointing dating season I had up here. We had a nice visit, even though we're still on a big fat "no" of wanting to date and even though he didn't put up the mailbox.

I'm not anti-men but I certainly have gotten past the need to have one in my life. Except when I'm watching football or need a spider killed or a lightbulb changed.

I found out that my u bend fluorescent bulb for my bathroom needs to be a u12 which they don't make any more but I've got a friend who thinks he's got the hook up for me. Otherwise, we need to change out the connector dealies. Right now I'm using a lamp with a bright bulb in my bathroom. It's kinda spooky.

I think we need some kind of marker at the top of the driveway to show people where we are, although the directions are super simple, I think.

I found out the county sheriff lives in our little cove. That's comforting.

I'm coughing up thick green gunk. I think the season of bronchitis has arrived via the autumnal equinox.

Not having a tv up here doesn't bug me like I thought it would. I missed College Gameday yesterday but it featured two ACC teams so I had little interest. I kept up with games via internet.

I would, however, like to have a downstairs coffee pot because tumblin' out of bed and stumblin' to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of ambition is a might bit harder when there are stairs involved.

The light bulb blew in the stairway to my lair and I can't reach it well enough to change it.

I started transcribing Granddaddy Pennington's book because I think we should have a copy somewhere other than the yellowing, crumbling pages. I got through a chapter and a half. There are thirty-eleven chapters.

It's interesting to see his writing style, it's much like mine, I think... and it's such a treasure to be able to hear his voice through his words. He's been gone since I was ten... 34 years now. I loved him so much. He called me Heifer and I think it was a compliment.

Purple Michael is DEFINITELY coming for a stay at our Mountain Bed and Breakfast, although the breakfast might come from Glenda's instead of our kitchen. He'll be here working the Christmas Season at Stone Mountain - he does a skit that's a mini-version of A Christmas Carol (Scrooge) and it's so hilarious that even though I've seen it a dozen times, I cackle like a hen again and again. If you're in the Atlanta area you HAVE to go check it out and introduce yourself to Michael. He is every bit as fabulous as I describe him to be and I love him more than words can say.

I had a long talk yesterday with someone who has been a part of my heart for a long, long time. You know how you yearn for something for so long and it comes true but not in the way you thought it would... so you adjust your sails to accept the wind that is blowing? And then the wind comes along that you had expected and you realize how much of a difference it would have made if the right wind had blown in the first place? Or does that cryptic sentence only make sense to me?

Like, the time that the kids' dad admitted to me that my kids are the wonderful creatures they are because of MY efforts, not his (paraphrased, of course).

Or the time that a family member that had put distance between us called and said they regretted that... (paraphrased again - and then they distanced themselves again so that was probably not as sincere as I had hoped)

Or the guy that I was head over heels in love with who married someone else... but... actually, that's more than one guy, so I think the head over heels part was not a mature, seasoned kind of love, you know, the marrying kind. Which, I kinda think I've become and expert on, having played the wrong hand twice.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back it's yours to keep. If it doesn't, it was never meant to be. Remember that little saying? Anyways. That's where the wind and the sails comes in.

Time to wrap this up, quit waxing romantic, pack up the perishables and the dirty laundry and the trash and head back to the burbs. Goodbye sweet Mountain House! I'll be back as soon as I can!