Mindy In Person

I did get to see Mindy! She's completely covered with fur and lives with Gwen.

Back in junior high, I drew a picture of Gwen and me sitting in a booth with a huge plate of nachos between us. I gave the drawing to Gwen. Yesterday we copied the drawing. We went to Durty Nelly's and sat in a booth and ordered a huge plate of nachos. I'm going to try to get the original pencil drawing back from Gwen and post it.

Back Inn Cafe

But Katy, Mom won't drink gin even in 104 degree weather. But she let me order wine. The Back Inn Cafe is one of my favorite restaurants in Chattanooga.

Kidnapping Katy

I kidnapped Katy for lunch yesterday. I'm posting this picture, with a dated newspaper, to assure you that she is well even though it's 104 degrees here. If you really care about her well-being, you will send a bulging envelope of cold cash for cold beer. Send it to Mom's assisted living apartment and address it to my attention. It must arrive before next Tuesday, or else ...

Goodbye

I'm off to TN to visit Mom for a week. Lunch with Katy on Wednesday! I'll get to visit Mindy, too, I hope.

Living on the Edge

After the earthquake at Sally's house last Wednesday, Katy said to her:

Do you ever want to move to more solid ground? 4:12 PM

To which Sally replied:

It's cruel and embarrassing to admit, but earthquakes can be very exciting.

My big disaster fears when I was a kid were: 1. Tidal Waves (in central New Jersey) 2. Tornados There was a painting in an old World Book Encyclopedia, probably W.P.A. era, that I used to torment myself by looking at it. It was so darned scary. One of those pulled both ways things you do to yourself as a kid. "I can't look, I can't look, oh my gosh look at that big black tornado." 6:07 PM

After our walk on the beach today, I looked up and saw this sign. Not only do Tom and I live in earthquake territory, but we live in tsunami territory, too! Train wrecks never did it for me. It's always been tsunamis. I dream about them frequently. Walking home I try to gauge how many feet above sea level our house is.

And as if that isn't enough ... when it's too windy to walk on the beach, often we hit the Coastal Trail. Get a load of the sign that greets us at our halfway mark:

Pixie Has An Idea

Pixie on that fateful day, ten or so years ago.

Super Heroes at the P.O.

Two Beach Poems

Here are the rules in case you want to make your own beach poem. You can't take anything with you to the beach. You have to use what you find on that particular day and shoot it on the spot. If you don't have a beach, don't worry: you can make your own street poem or woods poem or garage poem.

Every Day Pajama Day

Telecommute / Linda Davick

BlogHer '07: Daydream

It takes a while for me to be able talk about something so meaningful as the BlogHer gathering. So for now I'll just write what I blurted out when my therapist asked me about the conference yesterday:

"Say there was a huge earthquake or other disaster ... this is the way my mind works–and one reason I need therapy ... and that you found yourself trapped in a basement for days on end, maybe weeks on end, with a group of people. This group of bloggers would be the group I would want to be trapped with. It's the one group I'd actually look forward to being trapped with."

Saturday

Low tide was around 10:00 today. I came home with a pocket full of sea glass and a bag of gardenia blossoms from Other Avenues.
Not pictured: super tofu burrito w/ pint of salsa.

Friday

©Linda Davick (pool at the W)