you made a home in my dreams

gawgia

visiting family. (unwillingly) watching bachelorette. listening to friends. I’m deciding that certain relationships hold some precedence (sp?) over activities. it’s been an ongoing decision. I think familial bonds should outweigh moneymaking? and perhaps certain friend bonds.

I’m completely enjoying the scenery and surroundings in the south. Georgia is beautiful. the drive through Tennessee, Kentucky, and Alabama has been wondrous. I should be snapping pictures, but it’s just so overwhelming!

brimming [beginning] tomorrow, I will carry my cameras around my neck uncomfortably without end (except to ropeswing).

while visiting my uncle and aunt, a few awkward moments arose, but such is my extrointroverted life.

he recalled the toast song, once composed and performed by him and my older brother.

we droove to oogley moogley.

and just now, while in the basement of another extended family -the relations of my companion on this trip- whose fridge in the kitchen one level up acts as a family photo album in disarray, I am recalling another fond memory of my childhood with my uncle. a practical joke that failed miserable(y) because of the drastic difference in height. he has my grandfather’s legs, right down to the calves. I have his older sister’s frame, including her lack of vertical span. naturally, at the age of ten maybe, any trick involving a spool of thread in a shirt breast pocket, one stray hanging out through the pocket wall, he’ll see the open pocket towering over me at over 6 feet tall, me at 4? and ask why the spool?

I’ll try again some day.

Georgia peaches and boiled P-nuts. mmm mmm mmmmmmmmmmmm.