I would rather unpack any day. When packing up things for moving, there is also discarding items no longer needed, giving away other items one no longer needs, but are still of good use, and cleaning up the now empty areas along the way.
I retrieved two boxes from my local Harris Teeter and I’ll get a few more from them this week. My old co-worker has three boxes for me as well. I’ll be meeting her sometime later this week to get those from her. And into the weekend, I’ll do more packing, throwing away stuff, and cleaning.
The weekend of October 22nd will be here before you know it. I have to reserve the movers, go and pay the pet deposit and pro-rated rent amount, and pack, pack, pack. Ugh. I’ll be glad when this is over and done. I am already exhausted.
Moving is not for the faint of heart or the unmotivated!
What you see before you are mushrooms growing in several different spots here in my apartment complex. We’ve had far too much rain recently and the ground opened up and spouted Earth’s funky looking fungus, so . . . I took a couple of photos.
I am not a lover of mushrooms, not even the edible kind. I don’t care for the texture or how they feel when chewed. Ick! I’ve always found them naturally weird. So, that’s the challenge. Tell me about something you think is “naturally weird” but using only five words.
Here’s mine:
mushroom invasion perfect funky fungi
What about you, writers? Can you handle this challenge? Be creative. Flaunt those skills. Tell me all about what you think is naturally weird but use just five words. Let’s do this, beautiful people!
Feel like dancing? I do too. Outkast, Morris Brown
Fried catfish & shrimp basket from Red Crab Seafood Restaurant, Winston-Salem, NC. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Do you have a favorite food or type of cuisine? I do . . . I am a lover of Italian food as well as seafood. Being that I’m from a coastal city (Savannah, Georgia), seafood was a big part of my upbringing. North Carolina now has a vast restaurant selection from which to choose when placing my seafood order to go and for this, I am excited. Having fresh, seasoned-to-perfection fish, shrimp, scallops, oysters, etc., nearby is important to me and my palette.
The photo you see above was taken on Saturday, July 24, 2021, shortly after I got home with my lunch from Red Crab Seafood Restaurant. It was delicious!
Here’s mine:
my love: the sea’s food.
The challenge? Tell me about your favorite food or cuisines in just five words. Be creative: wanna be humorous? Go for it. Got a bit of seriousness in your bones and want to tell me why I should try your favorite foods too? Have at it. Just have fun.
Writers, please bring it!
Today’s musical selection is Brand Nubian’s “Don’t Let It Go To Your Head.”
Jernee, riding shotgun, post a Groomer’s visit on Saturday, July 10, 2021. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Not to beat an already dead horse regarding Coronavirus COVID-19, but it appears, normalcy is trying to sashay its way back into our lives—at least, this is taking place in many cities and states in the United States of America. New variants, notwithstanding, people are venturing out more. They are making plans to seal deals on various flight tickets and jet-set their way into post-COVID happiness. I won’t lie to you; I feel a deep stirring in my body to regain my shoddy confidence and get back to traveling. However, the kind that involves flying is not yet on my list.
I am interested in loading up my car with various selected items, encouraging playlists, a full stomach, my partner-in-crime; my dog, Jernee, and whisk away to the majestic mountains of Western North Carolina for a few days or a week. The beauty of nature and its luring embrace is calling me. I much prefer a scenic drive to my places of interest as opposed to the “friendly skies.” If I can get there in about one to six hours, I will make the drive to that destination. And with a buddy who sleeps most of the drive to that place and hasn’t the verbiage to “backseat” or “passenger seat drive” to accompany me, it is usually something to which I truly look forward.
According to Julie Hall, APR:
More than 47.7 million Americans will take to the nation’s roadways and skies this Independence Day (July 1–5), as travel volumes are expected to nearly fully recover to pre-pandemic levels. In fact, this will be the second-highest Independence Day travel volume on record, trailing only 2019. Overall, just 2.5% fewer Americans are expected to travel this year compared to Independence Day in 2019. This represents an increase of nearly 40% compared to last year, when total travel fell to 34.2 million.
With those estimated numbers, many Americans have moved from isolation and are back to what they find to be most appealing—the freedom of living. I have been toying with the idea of rising from the deep and heading toward the surface just as many others, but a familiar fear still hovers over me. My plan: to go about things slowly regarding this transition but eventually catapult myself back into a familiar world; a pre-COVID-19-like world . . . baby steps, though. Baby steps.
Jernee, my four-legged companion, is easy to please. As long as I accompany her, she will travel to the edge of the world if it means she can still have her daily walks and favorite treats. I mean, with those additions to an already spoiled life, why not? Having her beside me as I tackle the come-hither calls of an adventurous world, awaiting my attendance and participation, is welcome. I don’t think I could get the look of sheer contentment from anyone else in my car as I sing loudly to my favorite songs. No one else would be willing, I’m sure, to appreciate my sometimes alto, sometimes tenor, singing voice. But Jernee?! Jernee glances up toward me as if this voice of mine was made for her and for her only.
Another point from Julie Hall’s article, explains:
“Travel is in full swing this summer, as Americans eagerly pursue travel opportunities they’ve deferred for the last year-and-a-half,” said Paula Twidale, senior vice president, AAA Travel. “We saw strong demand for travel around Memorial Day and the kick-off of summer, and all indications now point to a busy Independence Day to follow.”
Traveling was on an upswing as we headed into the Fourth of July weekend. The travel bug had bitten me at that point, but I did not take the plunge. I still played it safe here at home with my favorite cuddler—oh, but I dreamed about blazing a few trails. The next holiday on the calendar for which many intend to travel is Labor Day. With September just around the corner, I long for a hike or two or three in the fresh mountain air but first . . . I have to get there. If I were a guessing person, which on most occasions, I am, I’m willing to bet Jernee is ready for a bit of adventurous action too.
Wouldn’t it be grand if I could actually interview her regarding this topic—regarding any topic? The mind of a dog has to be an exceptional place. I create an internal dialogue between myself and Jernee sometimes. I am not ashamed of this; it’s entertaining. So, on those semi-long driving trips we used to take, that internal dialogue could look a little like this:
Jernee: “Mommy, are we there yet?”
Me: “No, sweetness, not quite.”
Jernee: “How much longer?”
Me: “According to Google Maps, 1 hour and 23 minutes.”
Jernee: “That precise, huh?”
Me: “Well, what were you expecting? A guess?”
Jernee: “Not really. I thought you were going to just reach on over here and hand me another treat.”
Me: “Touche’, sweetness. Touche’.”
I tell myself the trips I’m meant to take with my favorite road dog are waiting patiently in the near future. All I have to do is to succumb to their welcoming arms once again. Regardless of when those road trips will take place, there is one thing of which I am certain, my traveling buddy will ride shotgun. It’s the perfect place for a traveling woman’s best friend.
