This post is late, but for a good reason. Well, not a good good reason, but a legitimate good reason: I am sick as a dog. Like, can’t do anything sick. Like, lie in bed and stare at the fan and wish it’d fall and end my misery sick. But, as part of a continued effort to Be Positive (or, at least, as positive as a poet who lives with cats named Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas can be), I’m not going to complain about being sick any more than that. Instead, I’m going to offer some BONUS PHOTOGRAPHS of things that were awesome and made a nasty week of being nastily ill a little better. Such as …
There was a pre-sunrise trip to see a doctor in Savannah. This would usually be a negative, but once I realized I was basically driving through a Lana Del Rey video before she mixed in vintage footage of people on swing-sets, it became a positive.
My students’ writing is rolling in and man oh man, are they good writers.
Con: I’ve been spending a ridic amount of time driving to Savannah to see doctors. Pro: the drives are beautiful and then I AM IN SAVANNAH.
I SAW THE GOOGLE EARTH CAR.
This cat. I mean — this cat.
And now for your regularly schedule Blog-gramming.
Day 263: This was the day I ran errands and did not have to go to Rite Aid. It was an achievement.
(then I went to a different pharmacy the next day.)
Day 264: HOLY CRAP I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE I GOT THIS SHOT.
Day 265: Desk situation.
Day 266: Ever since I first looked for apartments in Statesboro, I’ve wanted to take my parents to this boarding-house-style restaurant. It has the best Southern food in the South — I mean, it’s basically like eating at your grandmother’s house on Sunday, only without the boredom and unspoken angst and disappointment — and when I finally got to eat there with my parents, it did not disappoint.
Day 267: This is a sad story of sad disappointment.
Day 268: This mysterious message appeared on a neighbor’s truck. I’m imagining it as an apology. Probably a drunken apology. For drunken behavior.
Day 269: Though rice cakes may not be the most delicious dinner, they’re infinitely delicious when eaten in a hand-made reusable Ziplock bag, because they taste like success and saving the earth.
Day 270: Here is a photo of what happens almost every time I talk to my mother: Gertrude harasses me until my mother finally says hello to her, and then she stops. I swear to God, this really happens. Here, Gertrude’s about to tap me on the shoulder. Really.
Day 271: The week I don’t end up in a doctor’s office will be the best week that has ever been ever.