The heat finally broke on Wednesday ... which was our one-month anniversary in the new house. It rained the day we moved in, and I don't think the humidity level dropped below 85 percent for four solid weeks. But Wednesday, a cold front moved through and brought some amazing weather.
Amazing enough that I've dared venture out of the house. I'm typing this from our back patio, while bumblebees buzz around my head, and Trotter surveys his new kingdom after yesterday's long swimming session at Garrison's Creek.
He's tired.
Life in Franklin has been a lot of fun these past four weeks, with a healthy mix of unpacking and sightseeing. I've managed to get lost in a downtown that (I kid you not) is about four square blocks. We made it to Puckett's Grocery in Leiper's Fork, we found the Natchez Trace a few times, and of course we hit the Loveless Cafe -- all good touristy things to do in the greater Franklin area.
We're not done unpacking -- not by a long shot -- but we have some semblance of order is every room. Only the garage remains my "Monster in a Box" but Amina's traveling for work this week, so hopefully I'll find some time out there.
One thing that's amazed us: the bugs. Everything's just a bit bigger down here, and poor Amina is besieged with bites on her ankles. I'm doing better than her, and the few bites I've gotten are tempered by not having to lather up with Off! every time I dare go outside. I can put up with a few itches if it means not coating my limbs with deet.
On the whole, it's all good so far. Hopefully the next month sees us finally ridding our house of the cardboard boxes.
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
8.10.2008
please ... do go on
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