At least one that has to care for a yard. This weekend provided ample opportunities for me to do some manual labor around the house, including mowing my lawn, cutting back so shrubs, and cleaning the debris off of my roof; of that list I did none.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
My saying “and” and “uh” results from my need to answer immediately, to speak without break, as if taking time to think were embarrassing.
Interpreting the pause is their problem.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
The Price Of Gas Be Damned, I’m Going Driving!
Saturday morning saw me wake up later than desired but still early enough to make it to Hamburg State Park in the “Golden Light.” The site was beautiful upon my arrival, and the lake was like glass. I snapped a few choice photos and then took a hike around the lake which was unspectacular. Unfortunately I also blew a couple of great opportunities to enhance my People Photography portfolio because I am such a weenie and would ask the people if I could take their photo.
After getting my fill of the park I started on my journey to return ITP. I traveled through the small towns of Sparta and Eatonton, stopping at neither since it was too early for lunch and I didn’t see a whole lot which interested me. I thought I hit a jackpot when I rolled into Monticello because there was some activity going on in their town square. Being very hungry (oddly my two-fortune-cookie breakfast had worn off by noon) I chose to eat before seizing the bountiful photo opportunities. Monticello didn’t seem to offer much in the way of “cuisine”; I saw a standard Chinese take-out, a Blimpie, and then a small cafe. At first I thought I made the wrong decision by choosing the cafe, but as it turned out the hamburger I ate was quite tasty. To my dismay when I was done eating I found out that the majority of the event had broken down and the people had left the square. Dangen!
ITP Flickr Pic
Part of my travels on Saturday included a stop at Hamburg State Park. The lake was like glass until I stepped out onto the dock to shott my shots. Whoops! This is the grist mill that once ground corn to corn meal. This building is now a small museum.
Come to think of it, I have no idea how the two-pound sack of corn meal I purchased on Saturday was ground…
Who Knew The Most Danger Would Occur At The End?
On Sunday I ran the Black Sheep Hash. The hash had a lot going for it — the weather was beautiful, I knew hares Little Easy and BWanA would lay a great trail, the start was relatively near to East Atlanta, and since I had Monday off for Memorial Day I wouldn’t have to worry about drinking too much beer.
The trail was indeed challenging and provided a good time. I even correctly guessed the ending although I didn’t have the guts to shortcut. My difficulty came shortly after I finished trail. Tired and hot, all I wanted was a cold beer. I grabbed a bottle and one of those “bartender’s friend” wine openers and opened a beer. Unfortunately, I also cracked the neck of the bottle and promptly sliced open one of my fingers. (I’ve not had a good six months with kitchen utensils and my hands) The injury is nothing serious but really damn aggravating.
The trail helped identify at least one great photo opportunity. I was going to go out and shoot there yesterday, but a combination of laziness and the thought that I might not want to go hiking in the area with all my gear alone changed my mind.
Crime: It’s The Natural Enemy Of Gentrification (Not Gentrifuckation)
Yesterday a friend of mine had his house broken into and the asshats stole his television. According to a pieced-together time-line the crooks were in and out of his house in fewer than ten minutes.
I have to admit that when I was carjacked nearly four years ago I rationalized the event as an isolated incident. Crime in the “Atlanta Metro area” has no longer become “isolated.” In the past year I personally know at least five people who have either had their homes or cars broken into, or they have been robbed at gunpoint. There are tens-more that I have read about as well. It’s all out of hand and I have seriously considered getting the house ready for sale once the housing market improves. Where would I go? I don’t really know. I do know that crime has really lowered what I perceive as the the quality of living in Atlanta.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – Is it already Tuesday? Cool!
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Raveonettes — “Aly Walk With Me”
Website Of The Day – I normally don’t need anyone to suggest beers to me, but it’s always nice to know that I have Beer Suggest on which to lean in confusing times.
Exercise (b)Log – hashing on Sunday, nothing else
Monthly Foot Mileage – 25 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 13
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 57 (57)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day