Oh blessed, blessed day...
It's like a snow day, today, because I didn't know it was coming, couldn't plan for it. Maybe Mr. Fridgie (my Volvo wagon) knew I needed such a day and intentionally began skipping cylinders. In any case, here I am, well rested. I already wrote my freelance assignment for the day, for The Story, a little neighborhood rag, about the East Atlanta Community Association meeting. And I've had my coffee. That's all I've done, at noon. All I've done. How nice.
Best quote of the meeting last night, which was interesting, and has gears turning in my head, from a 33-year resident of the neighborhood, to the yuppies on the council, nice though they may be...
"Everyone always comes to these meetings and talks about wine shops., but what about the rest of the neighborhood... in MY neighborhood we don't worry about wine shops. We worry about Crack Houses."
Illuminating, no?
Plans for the rest of the day include sweeping a little, reading a novel, writing a poem, making a (turkey) BLT and a broccoli salad, then eating it.
Best quote of the meeting last night, which was interesting, and has gears turning in my head, from a 33-year resident of the neighborhood, to the yuppies on the council, nice though they may be...
"Everyone always comes to these meetings and talks about wine shops., but what about the rest of the neighborhood... in MY neighborhood we don't worry about wine shops. We worry about Crack Houses."
Illuminating, no?
Plans for the rest of the day include sweeping a little, reading a novel, writing a poem, making a (turkey) BLT and a broccoli salad, then eating it.
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