I rarely know what I’m gonna write about when I sit down to do it. I don’t generally agonize over it, but sometimes I wish for an incident that would leave a desirable impression on me. I thought for sure something would inspire me from my outing tonight, but it was not meant to be.

It’s ok. It’s been a decent day. I got quilt #2 sent back to Amazon. I was supposed to have supper and drinks with a couple of friends in Market Square, but that didn’t work out. What DID work out was I caught Kay in Sevierville and we turned up for early afternoon. It took forever to get to our accustomed time for fellowship, so we ended up hitting some of Sevierville’s new spots. Not new to me, but definitely new to Kay. She’s freaking out over being served lobster in a funeral home. I’ve never met a bigger weenie in my life! She cracks me up. She’s all about reviving downtown, and places that used to be one thing and are now another, but she’s definitely out on eating oysters in a former funeral home. Obviously, I have no such qualms. And I got crème brûlée, so it really wasn’t a bad day at all.

I looked at the crescent moon tonight as I walked up my sidewalk. I pondered what all the moon has observed, and if it thinks we’re all idiots. I think we’re all idiots, and decided if the moon is paying any sort of attention, it probably doesn’t have much hope for us. I can’t blame it. I searched the stars for answers, but stars don’t answer. My dog was no help, either, but he is the best company I could ever ask for. He makes no apologies for nestling in as close as possible to me. He just loves. He needs no excuse. He’s just content and happy and I wish I could be half as accepting. He’s not sorry he’s so big and hairy. He knows there’s nothing to be done about his drool. He rests soundly, assured that the sun will come up tomorrow and there will be a bowl of clean water and another of kibble. Thankfully there’s no separation anxiety, the only personality glitch is he will not eat if I’m not home. I don’t understand the correlation. Maybe he is just rationing. It’s sweet, in a way, but concerning.

I’m going to bed. Long day ahead of me tomorrow. All this sunshine makes me think I need to be productive. I don’t like being productive. I’m geared more towards lounging with a book and coffee.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy