escape
i spent the weekend hauling rocks around a mountain in north carolina, filling potholes and trenches in the dirt road. it was lovely.
add the visit to the museum of the cheerokee indian and talking leaves bookstore (stocked up on wilma mankiller). couldn't get much better.
but now, courtesy of a 5am flight, i am back in this slushy city. feeling a tingly bit trapped. ick.
add the visit to the museum of the cheerokee indian and talking leaves bookstore (stocked up on wilma mankiller). couldn't get much better.
but now, courtesy of a 5am flight, i am back in this slushy city. feeling a tingly bit trapped. ick.
posted by Jane Vincent at 3:45 PM
1 Comments:
In Texas we call this community service and one wears those attractive orange vests. Usually because one was drunk driving or littering or...ok so I'm not sure why they make them do that but you volunteered to fill potholes, on purpose?
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