I’m leaving for Memphis at 4:00 today and between now and then I have a list of about a million things I need to accomplish. Which makes me wonder why I’m sitting here with P watching Lonesome Dove for the 854th time instead of, you know, actually doing something that might prepare me for my departure. I guess the most critical detail would be to actually pack a suitcase instead of just staring into my closet, wondering how much I can fit in one bag, and trying to decide if I’ll need a sweater for Saturday when the high temperature is supposed to be 65 degrees.
My guess is yes since it was 94 degrees here yesterday and 65 is going to feel like the Arctic Circle compared to that, especially since I tend to need a light jacket any time the temperature dips below 75.
I’m looking forward to seeing some sweet friends, but I’ll miss my peeps. Although if yesterday is any indication I think they’ll be fine without me. Caroline walked into the kitchen and saw P eating Fritos out of the bag. She said, “Hey Daddy! Why don’t you get us some bean dip to go with those Fritos and let’s go watch some hunting shows”.
I don’t know that he’s ever been more proud.
Fritos, bean dip, hunting shows.
It’ll be hard to know that kind of fun is going on without me this weekend, but I’ll manage somehow.
And just think how excited they’ll be when I come home with some Elvis memorabilia because, y’all, it’s Memphis.