We’ll be leaving Grace Acres in a little while. Rebekah’s famous French Toast is on the table, Frankie went to work long ago, and the rest of us are sitting here with inflamed joints and angry mystery muscles beginning behind our ears. I can’t walk down stairs unless I go backwards, my head is stopped up from a cold, and Addair decided not to sleep last night. Ashley and I are mad at each other over the baby responsibilities, his leaking cloth diapers in the middle of the night, and the fact there are never any dry ones (they take forever to dry). I gave up the fight and made a special run to the store, fell out of my truck, limped onto a shopping cart, and hobbled back out with some Pampers.
Then the new diaper leaked this morning and Addair peed all over me, very early and sitting on the porch swing watching the roosters crowing, a house full of sleeping Spartans and the fussy baby about to get left in the henhouse.
A couple slices of french toast and a few cups of coffee, I’m ready to get myself together. We’re packing up here in a second and figuring out the plan. The recording hasn’t gone well, I forgot my notebook like a dummy so I only did the three songs that I could remember. I was hoping to finish a few of the others and record them during the week. Didn’t happen. Instead I did some writing and rolled about seven gallons of paint on this old house. Frankie and me had some good jams. The new walls got decorated.
The goat was Bob. He lived happily on the farm.
Addair got to meet his Great Great Mawmaw Wilkerson. Rebekah’s grandmother, she’s 96.
We’re going to Virginia Beach now. I’m heading back to Knoxville tomorrow so I can paint. We’ll all meet back for the family reunion on Grandmother’s hill in Tazewell, VA for Labor Day. That’s the plan as of now.