I got back to Georgia in a blistering heat after seven hours driving an air-conditionless van. And now there's half a tree on my roof... when did this happen?

I had received an invitation to a party tonight which was to feature a) free alcohol, b) free food, and c) a hot tub. But I think that I will lie down on my futon instead and wait for a) the insurance adjuster's phone call, b) the central air conditioning to bring the temperature down below 85 degrees, and c) sleep, eventually.

Tomorrow maybe I'll feel like seizing the day, grabbing the bull by the horns, making hay while the sun shines, gittin' 'er done, et cetera.

NTD

R.I.P. Grandma Mattie.

NTD

I Miss My Daughters

I like to think that my two daughters are frolicking across Europe holding hands and singing Edelweiss and giggling over cute monsieurs during these two weeks that my ex and the Kid are visiting my globetrotting elder offspring. However, I suspect that the two might be fighting over who rules the bathroom and bidet while their dad sighs and searches for a full cuppa joe somewhere in France and/or Spain, I forget where they're supposed to be today.

The point is that I miss them terribly. I always have access to at least one of my daughters and I'm jonesing right now.

At least there is lots to do in their absence - like chasing moles around the yard with spray repellent and poison. It is unbelievable how these critters have created tunnels rivaling the NYC subway system in a matter of days.

NTD

There is no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves. - Frank Herbert

Last Day of School

The kid will be out of 11th grade around noon E.S.T. Here's hoping for a couple of hours of quality time - i.e. lunch - before she heads out to see the boyfriend (arriving home fifteen minutes after I fall asleep, as is usually the case) and then she's off in the wee hours tomorrow to meet up with her sister in Spain. We have to take this Spanish thing in shifts to spare the estrogen poisoning of Too Many Female Relatives In One Room.

I'll have two weeks to wrangle my store into submission before the Bonnaroo Festival. Two weeks to plan my Press Pass Strategy - any headliners care to talk about their craft with a middle-aged southern writer?

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After two days of tearing the place apart - searching beneath sofa cushions, in backpacks, pants pockets, the washing machine, the front yard, the garbage can, all floors in the house - the keys to the VW van were safely in the ignition.

Dementia is not just for the elderly.

It's time to make lists, tie strings around my finger, attach everything to hooks and rubber bands...

...and to think that I could still recite telephone numbers of classmates from the third grade when I graduated from high school. But if I didn't have my top ninety nine numbers safely programmed into my cell phone, I couldn't call my niece, my employees, or even my own boyfriend today.

I miss my excellent memory.

NTD

I can't find my Eurovan keys.
I can't find my Eurovan keys.
I can't find my Eurovan keys.
I can't find my Eurovan keys.
I can't find my Eurovan keys.

Damn.

NTD