My Phone is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Great Myself

Quote of the Day:

If you ain’t the lead dog, the scenery never changes.” –Lewis Grizzard

Christmas came and went, you may have heard, so did the turning of the New Year and though I understand there is some debate over it, so did the decade change. TB as you may know is a slave to meaningless milestones. And so for several days I planned my fast start to the twenty-tens (we are calling it that, right?) I laid out a week’s worth of essay topics, made a list of all family business that was overdue and planned my first work week down to the hour. It was time to start fresh, to get ahead, seize the bull by the horns, go for the gusto, head for the mountains, tastes great, less fillin’, etc, etc. And then began the aches, then a bit of fever, then chills, a mild cough–I’ll be damned if I ain’t sick, and not some old-fashioned plain ‘ol cold either, but a real sickness over which I ought to have my ass sitting in some dread physician’s clinic instead of contaminating this poor keyboard with my plague. But I ain’t sick enough for that yet. Maybe tomorrow, after its too late for Tamiflu to do any good. Or maybe it’ll pass.

All of this to say, the TBU must grow or die. And so I post a few randoms that may have made for good essays if I felt like thinking about them for a bit. Instead, I submit them to you to glean from whatever wisdom, beauty and truth you may.

New Year’s Resolutions–For me, a renewed commitment to drastically reducing the intake of Diet Coke. For the family, to cook more and to exercise together. And I always like to have one lofty goal. Mine’s a two-parter–to coalesce these random TBU essays into something of a unified work, possibly fiction, or maybe as a memoir. And to submit some of my work to someone who either crushes or creates dreams, as the case may be. More interestingly, my five-year old niece is committing herself to quit biting her toenails.

Travellin–The gang just returned to Ridgeland last night, in time for a Mississippi Blizzard. The snow is, as I type, sticking to the corners of my roof at the rate of….um….barely but truly visible. Hooray! More White Death in the forecast for Thursday. But as for the travellin, we spent the week after Christmas mainly in Charleston. But we also took a side trip to Savannah, Georgia, for the night and Beaufort, South Carolina for another night. I got a good look at the low country on the way down and I finally “get” why people from thereabouts love it so much. It’s really a beautiful, peaceful swath of mud soaked real estate. Savannah, with its many and ancient city squares surrounded by colonial, federal and antebellum era architecture, majestic churches and imposing banking institutions is now the prettiest town I’ve ever visited. I never really thought about whether Sherman burned the place, but assumed he had. It sure didn’t look like it so I asked and no, he left it intact, much to our collective benefit as Americans. In the same conversation I learned that Charleston was controlled by the Union occupation of Fort Sumpter and was never fought over. It wasn’t even occupied until after the Confederate surrender. Again, I’m thankful for this as the town is full of history and beauty, but I’m also a little hacked. South Carolina started the whole damn thing after all and basically got out of it without a scratch in comparison to the lemmings that followed behind. South Carolina, you’re on notice. If you hadn’t brought Steven Colbert into my life you’d be dead to me. Well Colbert and my toenail-chewin’ niece.

Finally, my freakin phone died, for real. I went to set it down in the car and put it straight into a cup of water. I pulled it out in a millisecond, but that won’t make me feel any better when I shell out two honey buns for a replacement. Might as well have threw it in the ocean. We actually had the thing working for three days, then–kaput. And that awesome list I had to work on this week involved a bunch of phone calls that needed making too, dangit.

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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7 Responses to My Phone is Dead and I Don’t Feel So Great Myself

  1. irvineredd says:

    Jealous. About the travelin that is, not the sickness or dead phone. Buddy of mine is, hopefully, about to get a textbook store of his own, much like yours truly, and it’s probably going to be in Savanah, so I’m also jealous of him.

    In honor the start of a new decade and a swath of resolutions (none from me, not really my style), here’s a video of right after midnight in the place where I wish I had been for New Year’s, I offer this:

    The best Michael Jackson cover I’ve ever heard.

  2. Jessie Lou says:

    My architect friend Juliana worked in Beaufort for a while and really loved it. She has gone on to bigger things like designing something for George Clooney – he actually made her pancakes in his pj’s! But I digress as that is another story.
    I had another friend that grew up in Charleston and said that there was no place like it. All I’ve seen of South Carolina is Columbia – never been to the Coast. I would love to go to Paula Deen’s restaurant which I think is in Savannah.

    As for New Year’s Resolutions – I’ve learned not to make too many of those – just make one small one that is doable otherwise you are overwhelmed. I was asleep before the bell tolled and that was just where I wanted to be. Tech won, I managed to drink alot without getting sick and was not hungover – that is a successful evening in my book. The only drawback was the shrimp I managed to eat; however, by then I had consumed enough wine that I didn’t care. That is the only way I can eat them – buzzed and/or intoxicated.

    The Ole Miss game was like pulling out all of your toenails, let alone chewing them!

    As for Mississippi State – they got another good south MS recruit in Dylan Favre. Things should start getting interesting in Starkville with all the gulf coast recruits on the way.

  3. quail09 says:

    Just back from the Cotton Bowl….Snead tried to hard to lose the game, but the defense and dexter wouldn’t let him

  4. Smilyj says:

    I heard Nutt say how extremely difficult it was for a team to win back to back bowls…..After about 11 or 12 had already done it this year. I also, was watching Bama’s off. coordinator explain the lack of getting Julio Jones the ball this year. He said, most games, the other team has 2 1/2 to 5 players covering him. Really? 2 1/2 to 5? Amazing. Too bad the Bullies aren’t in a bowl. There’d at least be one game worth watching.

  5. Harmony says:

    I’m with Jessie Lou on the whole resolution thing..keep it simple. For example: last year it was my resolution to acquire the taste for wine. I admit that I never did get the taste for wine. The truth is, that I’d rather do a shot than sip a drink. *shrugs* It’s freedom for my hands and nothing gets spilled that way.


    Anyway, this year my resolution is to learn the choreography to Thriller….I think this is something that I can long as I get that moonwalk down I’m gold.

    My New Year’s was spent cleaning up after my sick 10 y/o…it was…..motherly.

  6. calicobebeop says:

    Lol – I was raised in SC and with the two exceptions of Charleston and King’s Mountain I hope to never go back – all pinetrees, sand and red clay. Now NC is an entirely different story… πŸ™‚

    Hope you feel better!

  7. Jessie Lou says:

    Harmony – you should do a spot on what you can do with all that freedom for your hands. That would be worth reading – especially after a shot. πŸ™‚

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