So, when last we spoke, I was reading about and looking at antique Spanish pornography and lamenting that no matter how cool it might seem, work is work.
Luckily, Heather from Home Ec 101 and Low Country Bloggers swooped into town and drove me around, ate with me, and let me talk her ear off. She and I have met each other once or twice before, and interestingly enough, we share a discomfort with the same small Illinois town and I told her about my friend’s mom’s theory that the area is cursed because of the coal mines and the unfortunate things that happen to towns when you send your men under them all day long.
And then, when I got home, they were talking on HGTV about some guys who were trying to flip a house under the Black Hope Curse. So, apparently cursed towns are on everyone’s minds these days.
I was still laughing this morning because her sister has what must be one of the most depressing jobs in that town. I felt like I should send her a bottle of vodka as a consolation gift.
Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. It’s just funny to find out how small the world can be.
I really love Charleston and I’m sad and frustrated that I didn’t get to explore more of it. I think the whole conference model of travel is not something I do well. I enjoy traveling and I love going new places, but I want to explore things and mull places over and come to some understanding of them and I haven’t figured out how to do that and how to be in meetings all day.
Anyway, I hope to get back.