Yesterday after typing all that stuff, I had a relatively uninteresting but pleasant day. I watched a Matthau/Lemmon movie (Bon Voyage or Sailing Away or Off Shore or something along those lines) while eating chex mix and hot dogs, then went in search of the elusive Vinings Cemetery.
I managed to find it after cruising through Vinings about 4 times, and – though I didn’t stop there yesterday – it looks to be completely boring. The entire cemetery is about the size of a good-sized house and it’s surrounded by high-rise office buildings. Not sure how you’re supposed to see downtown Atlanta from that spot, but I’ll check it out sometime when I’ve got an hour free.
After locating the dead people, I decided to go bowling. Went to the lanes where I played on league (many years ago), and learned that I’d have to wait an hour to get a lane. So I opted to take Rich and Betsy up on the offer to hang at Rich’s house as it was fairly close to the bowling alley.
As I was driving to the house, it started snowing (“Great,” I thought. “I’m going to get stuck at his house for the next 48 hours”). Picked up some coffee for the two of them and a bone for the dog and stayed there, watching Planet Earth and chowing down on some really amazing snacks (oatmeal cookies, homemade chex mix, and some sort of unbelievable cake named Tres Leches cake or something) until 11 pm.
The dog (a Great Dane) made things interesting for the last hour by somehow managing to get her butt and about half of her torso on my lap as I sat on the couch. She kept her front feet on the floor and basically went to sleep. Strangest thing I’ve ever seen, but quite adorable.
It was chilly when I left, but the roads were clear and I made it home by midnight, listening during the ride to a hilarious story about a young obituary writer. It was being read on Selected Shorts if you’re interested in finding the podcast.
Today, as I said, I’ve got a church orchestra rehearsal followed by a brass quintet rehearsal. As of now, I’ve done basically nothing except watch another Matthau movie (The Survivors) and wonder where I’ll get the energy to get out of bed and shower.
TWD