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Carolina

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You know that you are in the south when:

  • on our iOpener flight this A.M. a passenger boarded the airstair with newspaper and a styrofoam bowl of grits
  • overheard on the terminalwide page — “Attention in the Terminal! IS anyone HAS lost a cell phone?…”

love stinks

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Not a wet horse blanket, but the downstairs always has a trace of kennel smell. Hound dawg spends nights there. This morning: faint Pepe Le Pue. I thought what’s he done… But there at the breakfast table right in front of my nose was the culprit. Aromatic flowers, the variety of which I know not. It’s a deluxe and beautiful bouquet just delivered from the florist. Happy anniversary darhling !

and scenes from the wild

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the yellow pollen from pines coats a fine layer on everything. The stuff settles on the roadway and is kicked up like dust by passing vehicles.  Too large to make you sneeze but it sure is dirty. It’s that time of year. Rain helps to settle it but the only relief is for bio-degrade. Keep windows closed.

clumsily trying to split firewood to make kindling. I whacked my finger when the ax head droped on it. e-yow. I wondered that my ancestors, who used to depend on wood to cook by, might think that I was from the city.

sounds of two brothers chattering away in espaniol in the showers at the comfort station and then spontaneiously singing the chorus from Disco Inferno

the R.V. across the road from us with full water and electrical hookup. christmas tree lights strung the length of their awning. and blinking…

lavendar. meri macs or lylacks growing wild in the woods. you should bottle the smell.

assembly line

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Prone, neck turned, eyes facing the new assistant the dermatologistÿpokes my forehead with a novocainÿneedle. The assistant, looks on, chest beginning to heave as if hyper ventilating.ÿ The Doc asks how I’m doin’ and I say, “fine — but what aboutÿ the young lady with the clip boardÿÿ:-) ” The blemish removalÿprocedure complete, he says to me (in seriousness). “you are now in post operative recovery mode — just lie flat there for a few…”, (as if I would go bolt upright, get dizzy and collapse backward). These words were no sooner uttered when he wished me good day and rushed from the little room heading for the next and then immediately theÿassistant, composure restored invited me, “you can sit up now”. Post-Op was maybe, oh, ÿ25 seconds ? Must have been a CYA kinda thing. Heading past the back office counter (accts payable) for the exit to lobby a large truck driver sized arm reaches out and across asÿto snatch my doctors papers, debit card and extract payment. No words spoken but a ‘hold up there not so fast buster’ÿ was implied. What a process.

higher learning

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The local high school is hazardous territory. The place is rife with inexperienced drivers and it seems like I’m witness to a multi-car chain reaction rearender most times when I’m out there. KB’s ride was not immune (even while parked and minding its own business).  It was whomped hard by a learner. Luckily for us he did the right thing and came forward and ‘fessed up otherwise we would never know this story. Anyway, the lesson learned was:  While backing out of parking spot, and wondering perplexed why the vehicle is not rolling too well — never pull the parking brake release handle. Like a sling shot! Stand-by for the ins. estimate…