Strange dreams, hard nights sleep
on an uncomfortable bed
and a blocked up nose
May’s been a strange month
Kids getting out of school soon
A rebirth, of sorts
Memory Stick full
All pictures from this year
Cleaned out on lappy
Heading out downtown
Pigpen squeals with excitement
“The aquarium!”
“I can see where he gets it.”
That would be Jerrol at the Time Out Deli, and I would be the “he”, and the comment would be coming after Mom bank shot a napkin off her stomach as she was bussing the table, into the basket with the rest of the garbage. We’d been talking, Mom, Jerrol, and I at our table, and my Mom, as she has done all my life, was totally impressing my friends.
As a kid, I kinda resented when friends would want to come over to my house as much to hang out with “Mrs Tumor” as with me, but as I round into 30, I’m all about the idea. I’m certainly my Mother’s child. I never got into drag, frankly, because when I would play around in Mom’s dresses as a kid, damned if that wasn’t my Mom’s dark eyes and hair staring back at me in the mirror. I haven’t tried it in about 20 years, so I’m not sure if the effect would still exist with the beard, but I’m not really wanting to try.
I certainly got my contradicting social traits from her, being that I can be a pretty fun person to hang out with, but at the same time that I’m a person who frequently enjoys my own, exclusive company.
This weekend, the rest of my family (the extended Tumor family, that is, on the Biscuit side), has taken off for the Memorial Day tradition. The men folk, including the Biscuit himself, Nodbob, and Dustbunny, do a 3 day river raft, starting at some point in S. Caroline, and ending at a further point in S. Carolina. They meet up with the women folk, who have been spending the three days at my aunt and uncle’s beachhouse in Edisto Beach, admittedly one of the prettier spots in the world. That would be where my sisters, Bullet, KatyK, and (a very pregnant) Jen, are. Mom, tho, stayed home to come visit me and the boys yesterday, and we’ve had the best time.
We had both had a long week, and were both pretty tired when she got to Casatuma yesterday, so we headed out to the TOD. We had plans to go around and visit our local friends, but today after some yard saleing (where I bought a $7 damn near unlistenable copy of The Magical Mystery Tour, and feel a bit like a sap), we got bored and headed to the pool.
At the Blueberry Farm.
Its interesting being here this time of year. Normally, there are swarms of people, 10 or 15 cars at a time picking berries at the field, but because of the late freeze the place is empty. Add that to the absence of 7/8ths of the regular population, and it makes for a few surreal strolls around the grounds.
Tomorrow I plan on taking the Mom and the boys, who have been a lot of fun today, to the Tennessee Aquarium, and maybe the IMAX theater here.
Because IMAX kicks ass.
And being like your Mom isn’t that bad…
We’re thinking about composting here at the Cemestos Gardens.
The Missus saw this contraption that Martha Stewart built. Here is another set of instructions for the same sort of system. Martha let’s you play with worms when you compost her way. Those worms will freeze in the winter, though. Perhaps AT would let us winter the composter over at his place.
I like this. 
Do any of you all compost? Have any suggestions for composting on the cheap, in other words, less than $25U.S.?
“Hello, this is mumble mumble, thank you for calling mumble mumble mumble, how can I help you today?”
I’m raising a drone…
Did you know that Lee Iacocca has a line of margarine? He does. That’s capitalism (or unemployment) for you.