cbk:
Me: I’m just saying, very few people think about their relationships in terms of the potentially devastating sacrifices they’re making in order to be with that person.
My roommate: You should write Hallmark cards.
It would be lovely to
And, you know. If one day I could call you *once* about a problem in order to have it addressed, instead of three, four, five, or six times, I would be very impressed, especially if in addressing the initial problem, your service representatives did not create two or three new ones in error.
Sincerely, exhaustedly, exasperatedly, and without much hope,
Glynnis
It still has the names on all the boxes! Handwritten, too. On the side it says it’s from Carlisle, PA, 1959.
Today I went to an estate sale and brought home a piece of post office. Now I finally have some place besides old suitcases to store my letters and stationery, once I get it clean. Also, I finally own a piece of post office. It’s not quite as extensively awesome as say, the full-sized, gold-framed-window, 100+ box wooden post office facade that’s for sale at the antique market in Wetumpka, Alabama, but, you know…baby steps.
Fall salad with roasted beets, cinnamon cranberry chèvre, pears, toasted walnuts, and vinaigrette
Key lime pie with twice the lime juice and sour cream topping
Thanks to everyone for coming to eat!
I’m about to trot off to the local jazz dive for some music after Tuscaloosa’s “First Thursday” — our once-a-month art night here in town. But before I do, I want to hold myself accountable. There are so many exciting things to talk about! Here are a few I want to get to:
Happy Guy Fawkes Day, y’all. Let’s burn stuff!
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. I recently lived and studied in Paris, France. This summer I lived in Brooklyn and worked at the Center for Book Arts. Now I'm back in Tuscaloosa, studying at the University of Alabama.
You can email me at my gmail address, glynnish. I don't bite.
flickr + vimeo + glynnis.nu = a few other things I do.
