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A photo (or two) a day meant to express everything that needs to be said. Don’t over extrapolate or strain yourself making too many inferences. They are just pictures.
Time to get ready for another great school year. I’ve been getting ready — email and strategies and studying up — for some time. But I bought two copies of the newest version of the AP Stylebook today, that somehow made it more real.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town:
… And, no, this isn’t fishing for anything. Since I’ve been hurt I’ve received many fine cards and a few nice phone calls. I got an awesome tree. I got a care package with snacks — and a yo-yo! I got a great book on 20th century history. I love them all.
But the next time I have to send something to someone, I’m sending food.
Because this brisket, from our friends Kate and John, was awesome.
Awesome. It showed up on our doorstep and we baked it. What a country, as they say. Now we have several days of comfort food stocking the fridge. Our refrigerator has, perhaps, never looked this good. And our refrigerator is usually stocked with tons of delicious things.
But, tonight, brisket.
You have them, we have them. Our Fourth of July tradition involves going to Dreamland, which we visited in Montgomery this evening, enjoying some ribs and pudding and then settling in for an evening of fireworks. So this is a running quilt of summer memories, reading left to right, from top to bottom.
Happy Fourth of July. Hope yours is as good as mine.
We’re back home. I unpack the laundry — Not clothes. You do not take dirty clothes to someone else’s place to clean, of course. You leave with clothes; you return with laundry. Home, if you’ve ever wondered, is where you do your laundry. — and throw it in the basket or, sometimes, in the washing machine as soon as I arrive home.
The Yankee … she does something. I am usually too fixated to notice. Unload car. Unpack suitcase. Hide suitcase from myself so as to trick the eye that there are no more trips, no more windshields, insulting airport experiences or unusual pillows.
Typically this works. She’s petting the cat, I’m distributing the suitcases, the backpacks and whatever else we have going on. Eventually Allie comes to me, we’ve missed each other, but I want to have these things out of the way. And she’ll camp out in the suitcases if they’re left sitting around for too long.
We’ve been gone a while, but we have someone who is kind enough to spend some time with Allie every day. Check the food and the water and pet her. You’ve never seen a cat crave more from “hoomans” than this one. And so all night last night it was stamp, stomp, meow, head butt, yowl, stamp, stomp.
We don’t have the heart, yet, to tell her we’re leaving again tomorrow. The suitcases, it turns out, didn’t go very far.
At least all of our trips are really great trips!
This is the scene at the Crepe Myrtle Cafe, the local market where we get a lot of healthy food. This is some sort of onion flower:
We get this entire basket of fresh fruits and vegetables every Thursday. Most of them are grown very nearby. The girl that sold them to me today asked if I needed help carrying them to my car. Time to get that hair coloring product, apparently.
I mean, this basket is packed solid and gets hefty after a while, but really. I can handle it. And if I can’t, I’ll be in a commercial for one of those Rascal scooters. Delicious veggies, though:
Finally, got a chance to ride my bike again. Did 28 miles today, working on the backside of the big hill in town. There’s less traffic there, it has two great bends and is nicely shaded in the afternoon. I was timing my speed up it, going up and then down, up and then down. When the time started falling I moved on.
Elsewhere in my ride, I found a new personal best. I’ll have to double check, but I think I might have been speeding:
I believe I could get another mile or so out of that stretch, actually. Something else to shoot for.
FInally, my grandmother is feeling a bit under the weather. We went card shopping. This is the one I did not get:
The inside:
Heading home today. On the one hand it is amazing that you can travel across something like 1,000 miles and nine states in an evening. On the other hand it is amazing that it takes the better part of a day to get home.
Also, I got my first freedom rub today. I passed the time humming Lee Greenwood. Not sure the security guard federal agent got the joke.
We had lunch at Overton’s, where you can get four fried shrimp on a bun for $4.75.
The sunny, stormy view:
And now he’s playing coy:
But, really, they are after your french fries:
Flying out of White Plains:
I have the best travel companion:
She just reads and reads:
Sunset over … let’s call it Tennessee:
On the descent into Atlanta:
We got home around 11 p.m.
