Apologies and pickles
August 12, 2012
Where I’ve been.
Who’s been occupying my time.
Yes, it is an indication of the pinging-off-the-pinball-bumpers that is my life that apologies and pickles go together on the closing day of the Olympics.
Let’s get the apologia out of the way first. I’ve been busy grandmothering, busy at work, and out of town, and have continued to shamefully neglect you, my faithful readers. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
Unfortunately, however, I can’t be absolved from my sins, because I’m fixin’ to do it again. After a whole week-and-a-day here at home, I will be hitting the road again Friday afternoon for a six-day road trip across Tennessee and into the hills of North Georgia (“Whut choo wanna go f*** with that river fer?”). Back from that on Wednesday night late, leave Sunday for the hills of Northwest Arkansas. Back from that Tuesday, Blues Festival starts Thursday, and I leave that Sunday morning for Japan.
