Friday, September 29, 2006
A breath of fresh air
Today brought back the old "I love Milledgeville" feeling. I remembered what I loved so much about this place. It has been a while since I've felt adoration for my home of three and a half years, but today's crisp air and blue skies were enough to kindle adoration for anything. I was walking away from Porter Hall with a sense of great freedom. I had just completed my classes for the day and could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Whether or not I work on anything over the next two days is completely up to me. I haven't been able to say that in a few weeks. The city was already semi-deserted, and there has always been something magical in the abandoned streets of this ever-crowded college town. I can't really explain it, but I love Milledgeville more at those rare times than at any other time. I'm feeling artsy this weekend, so I will probably jump into some scrapbooking. I should probably start getting dinner together. Homemade chicken pot pie suits my mood perfectly.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
"Strength, courage, and wisdom"
I received the Pottery Barn Autumn catalog this evening, and it is one of the most exciting things that has happened this week. Looking at all of the decor makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because the furnishings are exactly what I would like for my house. Unfortunately, what I would like for my house takes a lot of money. I'm hoping to eventually be able to mimic their design using cheaper materials, but that's not even an option right now. The catalog contains so many pictures with vibrant fall hues and warm glowing pumpkins. Beyond the autumn photos are glistening, cheerful Christmas decorations that make me look forward to the season despite nagging cold.
Speaking of cold, it was absolutely chilly this morning when I walked to Einstein Brothers for breakfast with Amy. It was the first truly fall morning we have had. I suppose it is only appropriate since autumn officially starts Saturday. I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday. I will be taking a trip to north Georgia in order to attend a music therapy seminar in Roswell on Saturday. It will be strange traveling by myself, but I hope to visit some old friends while I'm in town.
Off to enjoy what remains of the evening.
Speaking of cold, it was absolutely chilly this morning when I walked to Einstein Brothers for breakfast with Amy. It was the first truly fall morning we have had. I suppose it is only appropriate since autumn officially starts Saturday. I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday. I will be taking a trip to north Georgia in order to attend a music therapy seminar in Roswell on Saturday. It will be strange traveling by myself, but I hope to visit some old friends while I'm in town.
Off to enjoy what remains of the evening.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Pictures from this past weekend
Running in the pumpkins!
Discovering with Daddy
Following my Dad around
"Ohhh, bunkin!" (translation: Ohhh, pumpkin!)
Picking out a pumpkin to bring home
On the hayride with Daddy
My parents on the hayride
Taken after getting back to Milledgeville - this cool dude is even cooler because he's wearing my glasses upside down. :-)
One of my favorites from the Fourth of July weekend - adorable cousin Ethan and adorable David - I love those kids!
Honeymoon pictures
The view from just outside our hotel room
Walking across the yard at Dillard House
Goat! I wanted to smuggle him home in my luggage.
View from in front of the Dillard House
Dillard House
While walking in the woods near Glen Falls
Tallulah Gorge
Tallulah Gorge
Johnathan
Me
Friday, September 01, 2006
The story to end all stories...
It seems that I have another crazy story to add to the smoking plane cabin and wild carriage ride.
One day before my wedding. Approximately eight hours before the rehearsal.
I finished my first test for Psych of Gender, then had to run back to the apartment for my clarinet music. I unlocked the door knob, but Johnathan had fastened the indoor chain to keep David inside. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Through the crack, I could hear the screaming of the smoke alarm and saw what appeared to be water dripping from the ceiling. Frantically, I knocked again, but there was still no answer. I fought my way through the door, pulling the chain loose. I realized that it would be no use to yell for Johnathan because of the deafening alarm, which was hanging from the ceiling, soaking wet. As I ran upstairs, I noticed a loud roaring coming from our bedroom. I entered to find a gaping hole where the shower knob had once been. A steady rush of water was still flooding the bathroom. Everything was soaked. By the time I got back downstairs, Johnathan was coming in from the back porch. He was on the phone with the fire department as a last resort. He had been unable to locate the water meter to shut off the flood. I grabbed my music band materials and ran out the door. I had to at least drop the music off in order for Philip to be able to play during the woodwind sectional. It was very strange to pass the firetrucks that I knew were undoubtedly rushing to my apartment.
I dropped off the music, breathlessly explained the situation to Shiver, and drove back to Whistle Way. The fire department was leaving as I pulled in. The water meter had been located down the street. The fire department had a hard time locating it because they are generally in closer proximity. I walked in and surveyed the mess. A few minutes later, a steady drip from the ceiling turned into a stream. I yelled just in time to watch the sheetrock give way. A unbelieveable tidal wave poured from the ceiling. I tried to grab as many things out of its way as possible, but abandoned all efforts to grab a terrified David. That's when I pretty much lost it. Not hysterical, but pretty darn close to it. I seemed as if the water would never stop. I couldn't believe so much had collected in the ceiling.
The look on the face of the landlord was priceless. Disaster zone. There was an entire crew moving in and out of the apartment for the next hour, trying to determine the best course of action for the destruction. I spent all week cleaning the apartment so that we would have a nice homey place after the wedding. Ha. Haha. I suppose it still ended up being beneficial because it meant that there wasn't as much to get soaked. The landlord wondered if someone could move our stuff to a new apartment while we were gone, but after working so hard just to get here, I'd rather not. He hopes to have everything fixed by Tuesday. We'll see. I have to finish packing and get ready for the rehearsal.
One day before my wedding. Approximately eight hours before the rehearsal.
I finished my first test for Psych of Gender, then had to run back to the apartment for my clarinet music. I unlocked the door knob, but Johnathan had fastened the indoor chain to keep David inside. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Through the crack, I could hear the screaming of the smoke alarm and saw what appeared to be water dripping from the ceiling. Frantically, I knocked again, but there was still no answer. I fought my way through the door, pulling the chain loose. I realized that it would be no use to yell for Johnathan because of the deafening alarm, which was hanging from the ceiling, soaking wet. As I ran upstairs, I noticed a loud roaring coming from our bedroom. I entered to find a gaping hole where the shower knob had once been. A steady rush of water was still flooding the bathroom. Everything was soaked. By the time I got back downstairs, Johnathan was coming in from the back porch. He was on the phone with the fire department as a last resort. He had been unable to locate the water meter to shut off the flood. I grabbed my music band materials and ran out the door. I had to at least drop the music off in order for Philip to be able to play during the woodwind sectional. It was very strange to pass the firetrucks that I knew were undoubtedly rushing to my apartment.
I dropped off the music, breathlessly explained the situation to Shiver, and drove back to Whistle Way. The fire department was leaving as I pulled in. The water meter had been located down the street. The fire department had a hard time locating it because they are generally in closer proximity. I walked in and surveyed the mess. A few minutes later, a steady drip from the ceiling turned into a stream. I yelled just in time to watch the sheetrock give way. A unbelieveable tidal wave poured from the ceiling. I tried to grab as many things out of its way as possible, but abandoned all efforts to grab a terrified David. That's when I pretty much lost it. Not hysterical, but pretty darn close to it. I seemed as if the water would never stop. I couldn't believe so much had collected in the ceiling.
The look on the face of the landlord was priceless. Disaster zone. There was an entire crew moving in and out of the apartment for the next hour, trying to determine the best course of action for the destruction. I spent all week cleaning the apartment so that we would have a nice homey place after the wedding. Ha. Haha. I suppose it still ended up being beneficial because it meant that there wasn't as much to get soaked. The landlord wondered if someone could move our stuff to a new apartment while we were gone, but after working so hard just to get here, I'd rather not. He hopes to have everything fixed by Tuesday. We'll see. I have to finish packing and get ready for the rehearsal.
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