Pardon the silence. It's been too hot to do much exciting (except for our vacation, about which, more later), and I've been busy with one of my regular bouts of crippling self-doubt. But then I decided that I don't care what my brain thinks of itself and I shall keep on writing.
This week, we have been here an entire year, and we both really like it*. Yes, I find some of the attitudes and politics to be a trifle... asinine**, but, for the most part, this is a great place to live. I'm still not a Southerner, nor do I believe I ever shall be, but today, for the first time, I got a to-go cup for my beverage as I left the restaurant where I was lunching. I'm still not sure why it's such a dearly-held tradition here in Spartanburg, but when it's 97° and Heaven-help-us-all% humidity, being able to take a little more iced tea with me in the car is a very nice thing***.
I have not yet been able to work "y'all" or "Bless his heart****" into a conversation with any authenticity, though, so there's still room to improve.
|A magnolia of my very own.|
* And not just because I haven't had to drive in the snow for 14+ months.
** Dear State Legislation: just pass a dang anti-texting law already, would you please? And, really, does EVERYBODY around here need unlimited access to fireworks? (OK, vent over)
*** Confession: it was unsweetened tea. My friend B says I stand out for miles as a Yankee every time I order the stuff, but the sweetened stuff is too much. It makes my teeth squeak.
*** For those unfamiliar with this phrase, it is mind-blowingly useful when you think someone is an idiot of prodigious proportions, but don't want to say so in polite company.