Once again I am pecking out a blog post the night before posting it. This time I am not out getting bitten by ants, but rather am in the basement riding the trainer first thing in the morning. [update at 5:55am – ugh, the vortex fan I use while riding to trainer quit on me this morning. I guess I’ll have to add another To Do item to see if I can fix it before my CHaRM appointment mid-month.]
There have been many days since March that I wonder where the time has gone since I have so little to show for my waking hours. Sure, there were three bags of ivy filled, I did a load of laundry last night, and took a trip to Aldi (where I ran into Martha), but I have little else to show. My work effort was less than stellar, my German homework effort followed suit, and I can’t even complain that I wasted a whole lot of time corking, cleaning, or watching videos. 🤷🏻♂️
I have been slowly working my way through a book called Flight Path: A Search for Roots beneath the World’s Busiest Airport, which I bought after hearing the author speak at a virtual Creative Mornings Atlanta presentation in May. Here is the blurb about the book on Amazon:
In the months leading up to the birth of her first child, Hannah Palmer discovers that all three of her childhood houses have been wiped out by the expansion of Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. Having uprooted herself from a promising career in publishing in her adopted Brooklyn, Palmer embarks on a quest to determine the fate of her lost homes—and of a community that has been erased by unchecked Southern progress.
Palmer’s journey takes her from the ruins of kudzu-covered, airport-owned ghost towns to carefully preserved cemeteries wedged between the runways; into awkward confrontations with airport planners, developers, and even her own parents. Along the way, Palmer becomes an amateur detective, an urban historian, and a mother.
Lyrically chronicling the overlooked devastation and beauty along the airport’s fringe communities in the tradition of John Jeremiah Sullivan and Leslie Jamison, Palmer unearths the startling narratives about race, power, and place that continue to shape American cities.
Part memoir, part urban history, Flight Path: A Search for Roots beneath the World’s Busiest Airport is a riveting account of one young mother’s attempt at making a home where there’s little home left.
Due to my scheduling, today could prove to be hectic. After cleaning up after the trainer I will work for a few hours before I go out to get a haircut, pop into Lowe’s on the way home, and then return to working. I may reclaim an hour or so of free time tonight since Betsy had to delay her drive home due to the hurricane by a day and will be (should be?) occupied by that.
Hope you all are remaining safe and healthy.