Spent a wonderful few hours at Long Road Cider enjoying a tasting and lunch. Cider has been one of my favorite beverages and upon moving to Memphis was so sad to find there wasn’t any real cider and that most folks here had no idea what hard cider was. Long Road opened in the last year, with their name a nod to the long journey for them to open. Thank goodness for LRC! #365project #photoaday @longroadcider
I was just on my way to the botanic garden and made a wrong turn. I found some creepy old abandoned apartment. It looks like it may have been at school at one point.
I have enough sense to not stick around creepy places like this in Memphis, but I’d love to get some folks to come explore and take more pictures.
#365project #photoaday #creepyviolinmusic
I miss my time on the train to write and read. I have driven more miles in the last year than I have driven in the last five! Cities and communities in the south are not laid out to be walker friendly. You drive everywhere!
One of the biggest indicators I’m not in a city-city anymore are the critters. There’s roadkill everywhere here of all shapes, sizes, and kinds. When Coe and I go for our morning walk, very often we interrupt deer grazing. We hear frogs of all kinds and we see bugs of every imaginable size.
One thing that I like is pulling into work. We have several ponds in our “compound” and lots of green space. Very often this summer I had to stop for duckling or goslings to cross the street. So often we are all drawn to the windows to see the swarm of geese that have graced the lawn.
One morning I saw a HUGE moth. I couldn’t figure out if it was dead, so I left it alone. It was still there when I left later so I picked it up. Today, though, it was pretty clear this fella was no more.
I’m doing something today I don’t I too often. I’m sitting in Starbucks watching the world go by.
I was a buckaroo (that’s starbonics for an employee) for about five years. This was truly the most fun job I’ve ever had. Every time I put on that green apron, I felt like an actor walking on to the stage. I said things to customers I’d never really say in real life. All said with a smile and a little extra sass. Seriously, when you are getting coffee at 5am who wants a barista that’s yawning and bored?
When I lived in Portland, there was a Starbucks on every corner, and the mothership was just a few hours north, the expectations were higher. Now, visiting Starbucks has a different feel. One of my first times in a store here, it took me 20 minutes to get an iced tea and a muffin… And I got the wrong muffin. I just smiled and walked away. Today’s experience was more akin to what I had experienced in days long gone by.
My orthopedist’s office is just across the street and my next stop is to get a new vehicle plate for my van. In the middle, I’m treating myself to some people watching.
The nice thing about this hour of the day, most of the patrons are professionals and nicely put together. There’s the gentle tinkling sound of coffee beans being scooped and the swooshing of milk being foamed; all of this overlaid with a funky rock beat and hushed southern accents chatting.
Alright… Time to get on with waiting at the DMV.
Enjoy your day.