Zion Episcopal Church, Talbotton, Talbot County, Georgia
And the land was taken from its native peoples and a portion of it was used to form Irwin. And Irwin begat Lowndes; and Lowndes and Ware begat Clinch; and Clinch and Irwin and Telfair begat Coffee; and Coffee and Irwin and Lowndes began Berrien; and Berrien and Clinch and Lowndes begat Lanier. And it was good.
Ry Cooder: No Banker Left Behind (by TheKashBuk)
A much needed rain falls tonight after days of oppressive heat. It is a steady strong rain of big, fat drops. The smell of hot earth and asphalt permeates the air — my favorite summertime smell.
Last night dreamed about traveling to Iceland, where it was much muggy than anticipated, Spanish moss grew on the trees, and I suddenly forgot how to drive standard transmission. Not sure if this is a sign that I should plan to go to Iceland in August or not.
Granted, it was only the third run this month. And it was only 20 minutes. But it was still the best one!
After spending four days in Pittsburgh, I was welcomed home with sunny skies, warm temperatures, and a blooming dogwood tree in my front yard. A wonderful lightness after the dark, heavy week.
The soundtrack for Spring 2011, thus far.
— History of Griffin by Quimby Melton Jr., 1959.
So, for the last two years I’ve been single and living by myself. And while I enjoy living by myself there are moments when I could use a hand doing something around the apartment. There are also many times when I am forced to do (icky) tasks that I got use to not having to do because I could whine and get my significant other to do them. It’s such things that make me wish there was another body in the room. In a way, it seems like these tasks taunt the single person. It is as if they are daring you to maintain said status or reminding you that you are alone, in case you momentarily forgot.
Anti-single-person task #1: hanging plastic on your windows.
When the thermometer starts to drop and you live in an uninsulated circa 1910 bungalow that has been converted into apartments, hanging plastic over the windows becomes an important task. While seemingly easy, the extremely sticky double sided tape and static-inducing thin plastic become enemies. Plus, they are extremely accurate indicators of how dirty your house really is. Standing on a step stool trying to smooth plastic over the window without getting it helplessly stuck to the tape is daunting enough, but when said plastic rather cling to your sweater only adds to the challenge. The real fun begins when the fuzzies from your sweater and the cat hair that appears out of thin air stick to the tape first, rendering it useless and you have to start all over again. A thumbs down to you, window plastic, for attempting to derail my efforts to save energy and stay warm!