It is Tuesday evening, and I’m angry again. Internet world, I am Susie Green. I’m not joking. I’m biting off the end of a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread that a friend made me like an ice cream, the whole loaf in my hand. It’s vastly improving my mood, so there. I’ve taken to telling everyone to “suck an egg” like we did in the schoolyard in the 80s. It feels strangely rebellious, pulling back this insult from youth. It feels as powerful and defiant as when I would go in my closet when I was mad at my parents in 3rd or 4th grade and whisper curse words. Continue reading Fever Dream
Two posts in one day? It’s unheard of, folks! Since I finished my Christmas posts, I wanted to do one of the updates that I missed the most—my Thankful Thursday posts (errrr…a day late)! I like these most because it allows for me to ramble as I used to in my dear old lj days (Livejournal for you young ones). This was my first week back at work, and the students aren’t back yet so I’m most thankful I’ve been able to slowly ease back into the 8 to 5 routine. I’m missing spending every day at home with the kitties, but until I win the Powerball, I can’t be a stay at home cat mom. Here’s what I’m thankful for this week.— Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday from January 7th
Another highlight of my holiday season was our little getaway to Natchitoches, Louisiana. Last year, a friend of mine who visits every year was talking about it in the office, and I immediately posted a Youtube video on Kelly’s page with a “We have to go here” message attached. Fortunately, Kelly’s family saw our posts, and in December of 2015 they gave us a gift certificate to Andre’s Riverview Bed & Breakfast.
On our second day in Savannah, we move on to a new place to rest our heads. The outside of the Thunderbird Inn resembles every travel postcard that I’ve seen from the 1960s. It’s known as the “hippest hotel in Savannah.” Oldies music is softly piped in the parking lot, outside the grounds. The lobby is the first dose of fun with its brightly colored plastic chairs. A darling handmade sign offers free lemonade and popcorn to guests. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part II)
As usual, I wake up before my sleeping K. I scroll through my phone and fidget as long as I can before I can no longer take it. I think it is possible I might die of boredom by the time he gets up so I’ll have to find something to entertain myself. Our room is messy—a reflection of a late night, early morning and a bottle of wine. The suitcases are on the floor, spread open like novels, clothes strewn throughout the room. I throw open the French doors and head out in my pajamas. My hair is standing on end, but I don’t care. I am embracing my Mom’s philosophy that stuck when I was a fat seventeen year old, afraid to venture out to the beach in a swimsuit. She said, “To Hell with them, Sarah. None of these people will ever see you again. Life’s too short.” I grab my camera off the nightstand before wandering out, “to Hell with them.”
This will be the only hour of the day that isn’t sweltering. I will even venture to claim that it “feels good.” It is blissfully quiet. Silence only echoes this way after a night of revelry. The sky is a suggestive soft pink; it holds the promise of happiness after several of my darker weeks. Lately, I’ve been confused and restless, but this morning on the river feels better, more meaningful. It isn’t manufactured calm like when my bones loosen after swallowing one of my anxiety pills. It doesn’t feel like I’m swimming underwater and everyone else is speaking to me in garbled voices. A group runs along the river, and there is a decisive rhythm to their steps. I lean on the rail and watch a tugboat churn down the river, slow and stubborn like a bumblebee. Our neighbor comes out on their balcony, and her face is puffy, swollen with sleep. I imagine I look the same way, and we nod at each other. She stands closely enough that I could reach across and touch her, but instead of contrived small talk, we both are anchored, silently watching the boat until it disappears behind a building. I run inside and wake up Kelly to tell him mercilessly what he’s missed. “You’re wasting your day,” I admonish like an old Grandmother. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part I)
Happy Friday, friends! I hope everyone enjoyed their week. Yesterday was a little hectic so I didn’t get a chance to post my usual “Thankful Thursday” update. Kelly and I had tickets to the Avett Brothers at the Convocation Center so we were busy with that last night.
The Avett Brothers are one of my favorite bands, but I think I’m one of the only people that wasn’t overly blown away with the show in Jonesboro last night. Our seats were good, but the sound in the Convo seemed a little off or something. Maybe it’s where we were at in relation to the speakers. Maybe it’s that I kept comparing last night’s show to the intimate, stripped down show at Mud Island in Memphis a few years ago that was so incredible. Plus, I felt like some of the show just seemed a little contrived. I dunno, that’s just my opinion. I still love the band and their music, and even a less than perfect show by them is still pretty good.
Enough about that, here’s my good things list for the week! Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday for October 22nd
This weekend Kelly, Mama, and I made a quick impromptu trip to a nearby pumpkin patch. The drive to Piggott, Arkansas is through the most beautiful cotton fields which are all either in full bloom right now or currently being harvested. It was the perfect fall weather, sunny with a bit of chill in the air. None of us had ever been to Pumpkin Hollow, but it was the most darling place ever! It was geared more toward kids, but we didn’t have any problem finding things to do there. There were food, animals, and my two favorite people–my husband and mother, and that’s pretty much all we need for a fun time. Continue reading Fall Fun
This week we had another trip to the eye surgeon for Kelly. We feared that his retina was tearing again as he had a shadow starting to creep across the eye that he had surgery on, and that is classic symptom of a retinal tear. Fortunately, there was a small piece of the retina (ewww!), flapping around that they were able to bolster by doing some laser work in the office. We are hopeful it holds because if not, he would have to go through another eye surgery. The laser work looks strong so the doctor is pretty confident that we’ll be good. This has been a pretty stressful week. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m glad it’s almost over! Here is what’s keeping this week worth my while.
- Grace Jones—I’ve always thought Grace Jones was a fascinating artist. I was intrigued by her life, and finally, had the opportunity to read all about it in her recent book. I’m almost finished with it, but this is a great read that I recommend! She’s as interesting as I imagined. I really want to read Carrie Brownstein’s memoir, too.
It’s finally October, guys. I’m so excited! I love all things fall, and I’m too happy to kick off this *hopefully* cool and crisp month! It’s homecoming week on campus so it’s been pretty busy but a lot of fun, of course. Our nephew is coming to stay at our house for the weekend, and we can’t wait to take him to his first rugby came and college football game. Kelly and I are crossing our fingers that he has the time of his life with us this weekend. I’m always happy when we manage to keep them alive for several days (just kidding), and they don’t think we’re boring. “You can think we’re weirdos, but just please don’t find your uncle and I boring.” Without further ado, here’s the good things list in my life for this Thursday. Continue reading Thankful Thursday for October 1st
Last Friday night, Kelly decided to take me to the fair for our date night. We spent a fun evening dining on junk food–Taco in a Bag for me and Kettle Corn for him. For the record, Taco in a Bag is definitely a culinary art, spinning madly on the Tilt-a-Whirl, and pushing children aside at the petting zoo to be able to get a better view of a baby camel. I joke that Kelly is “too thrifty” (really it’s great he is, or I’d blow through all our money/he saves so he can treat me to amazing trips), but I delighted him by scoring free fair tickets for us and picking up carrots dropped by kids at the petting zoo to feed the animals, instead of paying two bucks for a bag, which he proudly deemed, “resourceful”! Continue reading A Weekend of the Arts