Been a delinquent blogger. And sleeper. Lately. Tired. Here’s some of what’s been going on.
Stephanie and Alex came to town! We went to Aroma’s in Five Points, which was pretty nice. The staff there kindly took this picture of me, Alex, Chip, Kate, and Stephie.
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Then Tuesday I played trivia at Loco’s with Ron, Chip, Beth, and Shawn, as part of team Single Entendre. I knew that Pb stands for lead (as did the rest of the team). And that Anthony Hopkins, Julianna Moore, and Ray Liotta were in one of those Hannibal Lecter movies I haven’t seen (the crew narrowed it down to Hannibal). Those guys are pretty impressive. They came in second. I ate french fries and watched in awe.
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Tonight the gals and my brother came over for pizza and salad and beer and talk with a dash of knitting. Sarah whipped up the amazing salad–I never thought to add green beans to a salad–delic! Little Italy provided the pizza. The beer is from some of the dozens of bottles leftover from the coop-building party, or Coopa-Palooza, as a friend recently referred to it.
Warning: Rambling Digression Follows:
Somehow Flannery O’Connor came up over supper–I think from discussion about Milledgeville–and one attendee, who will remain nameless, had never heard of her. So my brother brought up how when I had visited him in Savannah I had been across the street from where O’Connor taught her chicken to walk backwards, something my major professor told me about in graduate school when I was writing my chicken stories, and I didn’t remember it had taken place in Savannah, and I questioned when O’Connor had lived there, and at the table is an expert on all things Georgia, since she works at the New Georgia Encyclopedia, so she set us straight on O’Connor. It’s just so handy to have friends who are experts in such a wide array of fields.
End Rambling Digression. (Or at least this one.)
This isn’t people, but it is beautiful. Beautiful beautiful dark chocolate truffles. My daddy brought them back to me from North Carolina because he loves me. And because I love my friends so much, I shared them.
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Sleep now. Big weekend ahead. Bugs to see, games to avoid, fairs to attend. And maybe I’ll finally finish that coop. . . .
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I love Flannery O’Connor. I revisited her complete works while home this summer, and I have to say it didn’t make me eager to come back to Georgia. But I did, and it’s not quite so bleak as all that here