[grin]

Sunday's Best

This morning I heard my neighbor (the one who reminds me of the old man from UP) on his way out and someone said to him, "Looking nice this morning, where are you headed?"

"Oh, I dress up every once in awhile so I remember what it's like.  And I'm going to brunch. I hate brunch."

"Well you look nice. And enjoy brunch...I think."

Yes, ma'm.

Indianapolis was a great city...sort of unexpectedly so.

We gardened, we got dirty, we ate delicious cajun food.  But during our volunteer activity as I was trying to make small talk with some of our do-gooders, the guy I was chatting with answered yes (or no) ma'm to everything I said.

The very first time, I had a moment where I thought, "What the heck?  We're practically the same age, don't call me ma'm."

But then it was so cute.  So southern.  So....refreshing.

Sucker. For. Manners.

Whirlwind

The month of September is a complete blur.  There was white and yellow and cardboard and coconut water.  Dirt, sharpies, hugs, music, vodka and change.  Real change.

The Do Good Bus Tour with Foster The People is flying past me but it also feels like I've been on the road for months.

Two days ago (aka, two weeks ago) a lovely couple hosted a private party where the band played in their backyard.  At some point, I was standing in the kitchen talking to someone and glanced down at the floor across the room.  My brother and Cubbie were standing there, barefoot. I suddenly realized I was too and almost second guessed myself.  Is that rude?  Trashy?

Um, no.  Just fantastic.