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I got a strange, anonymous comment on this journal a couple days ago demanding that I update. So, I guess I will!
It’s spring here in Nashville, and my neighbor is fully of exuberance. My backyard is about an acre of open area with one tree in the middle of it that’s ringed on two sides by thick trees and on one by a rock wall. Right smack in the middle of this, my exuberant neighbor planted a ring of tulips. Yeah, I got nothing on that either. But she also put a jaunty lion statue ensconced on a cinderblock in the middle of the circle. I suppose to entertain the fairies dancing inside the ring.
So, yesterday, when she was installing the lion, she says something I don’t remember that made me reply to her “yeah, let’s cook out, we can call some people.” This actually turned out to not be a horrendous idea. Which one never knows in Nashville.
Truth: people in Nashville are sketchy. If you make plans with people in Nashville, make alternative plans because one set of your plans (if not both) will fall through because everyone here is drunk or stoned all the time.
We cooked out and I made cheesy potatoes and rum punch. One of the guests actually did the grilling part of the cooking while I looked on. This was after the person who said they would do it did not. As I said above, please make contingency plans if you find yourself in Nashville. At any rate, the guest did this without prompting and with the sort of pleasure only evidenced by men “cooking meat over fire” as JJ calls it.
It was a nice break from the late Roman Republic which has been my every waking minute for the last couple weeks.
Also, one of the friends who came over last night is a joiner (like me) and is going to help me force people into potlucking on Sundays, which I am very pleased about.
In other news, we blew up another microwave. I am now convinced that this is by no fault of our own, because I have taken to scrubbing the microwave and babying it since the first microwave explosion. (Oh yeah, speaking of fire, I set the stove on fire last night by leaving potholders on a burner that I didn’t know was on. I was in the shower and JJ was outside. That was a close one! Luckily, JJ came in before the whole house went up. You wish you lived with me, I know it.) So, now we think the microwave issue is related to our power issues. The wiring in this house as really disastrous. I think it pre-dates alternating current. Personally, I think we should just forgo microwaves while we live here and get a toaster oven. Toaster ovens are magic, so they probably won’t blow up.
Alright, I’m going back to work now.
It’s spring here in Nashville, and my neighbor is fully of exuberance. My backyard is about an acre of open area with one tree in the middle of it that’s ringed on two sides by thick trees and on one by a rock wall. Right smack in the middle of this, my exuberant neighbor planted a ring of tulips. Yeah, I got nothing on that either. But she also put a jaunty lion statue ensconced on a cinderblock in the middle of the circle. I suppose to entertain the fairies dancing inside the ring.
So, yesterday, when she was installing the lion, she says something I don’t remember that made me reply to her “yeah, let’s cook out, we can call some people.” This actually turned out to not be a horrendous idea. Which one never knows in Nashville.
Truth: people in Nashville are sketchy. If you make plans with people in Nashville, make alternative plans because one set of your plans (if not both) will fall through because everyone here is drunk or stoned all the time.
We cooked out and I made cheesy potatoes and rum punch. One of the guests actually did the grilling part of the cooking while I looked on. This was after the person who said they would do it did not. As I said above, please make contingency plans if you find yourself in Nashville. At any rate, the guest did this without prompting and with the sort of pleasure only evidenced by men “cooking meat over fire” as JJ calls it.
It was a nice break from the late Roman Republic which has been my every waking minute for the last couple weeks.
Also, one of the friends who came over last night is a joiner (like me) and is going to help me force people into potlucking on Sundays, which I am very pleased about.
In other news, we blew up another microwave. I am now convinced that this is by no fault of our own, because I have taken to scrubbing the microwave and babying it since the first microwave explosion. (Oh yeah, speaking of fire, I set the stove on fire last night by leaving potholders on a burner that I didn’t know was on. I was in the shower and JJ was outside. That was a close one! Luckily, JJ came in before the whole house went up. You wish you lived with me, I know it.) So, now we think the microwave issue is related to our power issues. The wiring in this house as really disastrous. I think it pre-dates alternating current. Personally, I think we should just forgo microwaves while we live here and get a toaster oven. Toaster ovens are magic, so they probably won’t blow up.
Alright, I’m going back to work now.