August 1st 2014 will always be the day I walked into work an hour early. Normally a great thing. Not when that means you accidentally woke up an hour early at 2:15 AM.
I bounced into the station totally freaking out my producers. They just stared at me, and asked if I couldn’t sleep. Had no clue what they were talking about. Looked at the clock in stunned silence. Felt like a time warp. I still don’t know what happened. Why did I look at my bedside alarm and think, “wow! it’s time to get up?”
So now I’ve shown up for the morning shift an hour late (weather knocked my power out – resetting my alarm) and walked in an hour early. Pretty sure they cancel each other out, right?
Matt and I are meeting soon. We normally fly, but this time we are driving and meeting in the middle.
I was a bit apprehensive. I get so sleepy when I drive. So, Matt used a recent purchase to blackmail me. My chair has been at his house since I bought it in ATL.
Watching Ken Burns Civil War and eating turnips for lunch. Started crying 30 seconds in video. Been listening to a 20-plus hour Civil War lecture on audiobook the last few weeks. In full obsession mode. Would love to talk to my Papa about it all. Guess we did plenty of that during the time we had, though.
Blake Lively now, like Gwyn, has her own lifestyle site!
Passing no judgement, but still can’t help but giggle when I read the site/star’s objective. I mean……say what? Haven’t we heard enough from Gwyneth’s curated (unattainable) life.
“The main element of it is it’s about storytelling, and it’s about living a very one-of-a-kind, curated life and how to achieve that.”
So, on her site
she’s talking about things she owns that really we mortals can’t reasonably obtain unless we sell our cars.
I have a huge crush.
On a dog. No, a real dog.
His name is Chubs. He’s a deaf Memphis bulldog. We first met over the web when his mom posted pics of him watching Action News 5 on tv. He loved the programming so much he’d jump at the tv (even knocked it over one time, oooops)
I follow him on Instagram ( @chubsthedeafbully )
His mom and I are Facebook friends now.
Long story short, Chubs was in my dreams last night. He was with his mom in a restaurant. I ran to him and smothered him with hugs. I was so happy. So strange. I need a dog of my own.
A store just for people who love cats.
I asked the Charlottesville, Virginia store owner what gave her the inspiration to open it and she said because she knew I was coming. What a delightfully strange and fantastic answer. It was pretty clear I was fascinated with her merchandise. Who knew there is that much cat stuff created?
I got a cat change purse (which I needed) and a dish towel (my addiction).
This is the face I found Matt showing when we walked out. I suppose Bridget did bite him in the face.
Lost my power last week during a nasty storm.
A giant limb fell, knocking out power.
For the last week it’s been gradually coming back on.
Finally last night I got my fridge back!!
When the power went out it somehow did something strange and electrical to only one half of my house. Based on my description can’t you tell I’m not an electrician.
Anyhow, this week has been a test in patience with lots of fast food.
When Matt was here this weekend we did enjoy an emergency hotel stay. What are you going to do? Lounge!!
I’m sure she tells the story every time she sings. It’s a beautiful one. Singing Fado with her late father when she was just five years old. In Portugal we happened into a late night Fado dinner. We’d been told we needed to hear Fado while we were in the country, but I thought it would be too touristy. Maybe it was, but the songs were just beautiful.
It’s a type of traditional Portugease music that is moving. The performers sing in rich tones words that speak of loss, sadness, culture and family. It’s sad music.
I even bought a CD. That says something, though we were too happy to listen to it during the rest of the trip.
A little listen….
We’ve been so busy this week in Portugal. We are either driving, my head in maps, or looking around, not wanting to miss a thing. Today it’s nice to spend a quiet moment on our beautiful terrace in Tavira in South Portugal. It’s full of comfy chairs and succulents of all types. At roof height the Clay roof tiles are just as decorative as everything else we see. These are the things we can’t bring back home. Though, I’ll make sure the inspiration makes it back to Memphis.