NaPoWriMo #29

break loose

Weekend Getaway to Charlotte Photo Collage created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

slid away from
the comfort of
home to breathe in
different air

the dog in tow
we spend our
weekend with love
and good food

Queen City breakaway
to break away from
the monotony but
run right back to it
because . . . life must
go on

I Think We’ve Got a Good Thing Here

Jernee Timid: Testing out her new heated pad after I’d given her a trim and a bath.

Remember that heated pad I said I’d order for Jernee?! Well, it arrived yesterday afternoon and The Little Monster seems to enjoy it.

Although her sitting/lying on it for a long time did not occur . . .  she tested it out for about thirty minutes, and while I was cleaning and moving about from room to room throughout our apartment, she’d gotten her little self up and in my chair again.

But at least she likes it! I think it’s going to take some getting used to for her, but she didn’t outright decline lying on it.

If you ask me, that’s a WIN for me. 🤣😆😂 It means she isn’t opposed to having this new item grow on her.

I’ll take it!

A Weekend Getaway to Asheville, North Carolina

A trip my heart needed more than my mind.

Jernee Timid: Such a pretty girl resting on the bed in the Airbnb. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

A planned trip to Asheville, NC is currently taking place as I type up this blog entry. I hadn’t been to Asheville in three years. When COVID hit its hardest in late 2020, I halted all visits and travel plans anywhere.

I went from visiting my favorite place frequently to not visiting at all.

This weekend’s trip is not only shaping up to be a fun one, it’s an emotional one, too. Later today, for lunch, Jernee and I will meet up with one of my closest friends and her two youngest daughters. We’re going to a spot called Creekside Taphouse. This is a pet-friendly eatery with an interesting, yet appealing menu.

Both E and I are free-feeling human beings. With that being said, when we see each other, there will be tight hugs and plenty of tears. I can no longer pick her girls up and hug them close while tossing them in the air sporadically, but I intend to hug them until their little faces flush red.

To not see someone you love for almost four years is a painful thing. It’s a hurt that has no words of description that are good enough.

We had arrangements last year to meet up, but one thing happened and another and another, and here we are in the year 2024, and it’s finally happening!

The fear of being pummeled by one of the harshest viruses is slowly leaving my system. I cannot allow it to pin me to myself and the Piedmont-Triad forever.

I’m getting back out there!


Last night’s dinner: coconut shrimp & Asheville Rolls (sushi) Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Yesterday, upon our arrival, I ordered a double cheeseburger, fries (with aioli sauce), and an unsweetened tea (I added simple syrup as the sweetener) from Baby Bull, which isn’t too far from the Airbnb, River Row Flats.

We’ve stayed here before, and it’s a place I like to call a temporary home when we’re in Asheville. There is one hotel we use, too.

The meal was delicious and I was pleased with the efficiency in preparation of the meal and the accuracy of it, too. Of late, customer service isn’t really what it used to be, and often when I order takeout nowadays, I’m left unimpressed. Not this time, though!

Dinner was also scrumptious! I ordered coconut shrimp as an appetizer and Asheville Rolls, which are tasty sushi rolls with salmon, cream cheese, avocado, and sticky rice.

The place in question is Mr. Tea Asian Bistro. This restaurant is also not too far away from the Airbnb. They also give you a fancy schmancy takeout bag for you as a keepsake! Isn’t it swanky?!


Airbnb Snapshot #1
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Currently, I am pleased with the decision made in early February of this year to book this trip, match calendars with E, and bring Jernee back to a place that gives us both a great deal of energy.

Loving and living with my senior dog during her later years are challenging. She cannot do nearly as much as she used to, so I have to find things both she and I can enjoy.

Our walks around the lake across the street from where we’re staying as well as the walks up and down the strip have been easy for her and fun, too.

I’m getting my exercise, she’s using her joints more and drinking in the breeze as it hits her little face, and my heart is healing. We get our walks in back home, as you all know, but there’s just something especially different about being able to exercise the way you need to away from home and have places where this can be done as well.

Coming back to Asheville has been the best decision I’ve made so far this year. Next month, we’ll be traveling home to Savannah, Georgia. We haven’t been there in nearly five years. I can hear home calling.

We’ve been tied down to our places of “safety,” afraid to move forward.

We’re changing that. And I’m excited about it, too!

A Freeway Billboard of My Own?

If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

That’s easy! It would say:

Black women are still here!

Why would I choose this as my message to drivers on the highways and byways, you may ask … well, oftentimes, I feel as though we aren’t seen or heard as much as we should be.

There are times it appears we have to yell all the top of our lungs for a whisper of our voices to reach another’s ears.

We’re all fighting. And one thing I know, we definitely will not give up easily.

Peace and blessings.