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21 Jan

What Would Margaret Mitchell Do?

I went this morning to the Margaret Mitchell House with Katye. I love that at 8 1/2 months pregnant she still wants to hang out and do stuff with me. This was one of the rare mornings that I used Walter’s preschool time for a simple pleasure outing, as opposed to working. I usually work. And clean.

The last time I hung out with someone super pregnant we went for a long walk and she started labor that night!

But this is about Margaret Mitchell, and she didn’t have any babies. Except her “baby”: one of the single best novels written of all time. The part I loved best about Gone with the Wind is not the whole slavery/Civil War thing, but how Scarlett, in a time when women didn’t always act that way, was an independent, smart, ambitious, business-minded girl. I loved her. Marriage, for her, was for helping her take another step up, and children were a nuisance. This was 150 years ago, when women were usually only allowed to want marriage and children. And they owned slaves. It was a long time ago.

Katye and I arrived just in time to explore an interesting art exhibit they had up before taking the guided tour around MM’s apartment. It was very cool and I learned lots more about Margaret Mitchell than I had found out reading her Wikipedia article after I finished GwtW. She was a very creative person and loved telling stories. She incorporated so many aspects of her life into her novel. Combined with the New South stories that her grandparents told her (she reportedly said she didn’t know the South had lost til she was 10, in 1910), the end result sold a million copies in its first 6 months. That’s some good business, both in 1936 and 2015.

MM’s apartment reminded me of the one I lived in on Charles Allen Dr. in 2008, which was also a converted 1920s house. I loved that apartment and every single moment spent there, even when the bathroom ceiling collapsed in on the shower in the middle of the night.

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A period piece in the room where GwtW was born.

Last night I attended my church’s LGBT Group dinner with Jason, my high school BFF who was my bridesman in ’11, and Katye and several other friends were there too. Jason and I very much enjoyed the first speaker, a wonderful transsexual Presbyterian minister, whom we heard when we went to an LGBT dinner in the fall, and I was excited last night to hear Joanna Adams speak. She was the pastor at Morningside when times were tough and there were fewer than 100 members, and our 1920’s sanctuary was falling apart. She turned it all around. I taught preschool at MPP in 2007 while she was there, so I met her a couple times but we didn’t get to know each other. She spoke last night on “Keeping Faith in an Interfaith World,” and it was, at the very least, quite interesting. I find this topic fascinating, as the world swirls around me with its melting pot of beliefs, news, and activity.

I try as hard as I can to find out as much as I can, all while having fun still and relaxing every now and again. There is always so much to do, and it is always a race against time, but I love the challenge. It’s life-breathing.

“It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world,
then the happenings of a given moment became less important.
I could see, perhaps, how one could draw back a little,
seek some respite in the contemplation of an endless Being,
whatever one conceived its nature to be.”

Outlander, Diana Gabaldon

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And they lived happily ever after

5 Jan

A couple months ago we had the pleasure of celebrating my in-laws 40th wedding anniversary. They are truly an inspiration for all married couples out there. They are happy and they work hard and spend their time traveling around the world. It seems like nothing will stop them on their adventures! I was able to participate in the most fun ways I know… graphic design and scrapbooking. Jan and I made a photo guestbook for the party at Piedmont Driving Club (in the same room where Dave and I had our rehearsal dinner!). Jan gathered the pictures, organized them by year, and labeled them. I spent about 24 hours straight, only stopping to eat and sleep, making the book because there was a Shutterfly coupon expiring the next day and the party was only about 3 weeks away at that point. So time was of the essence. It turned out beautifully, and so many people signed it, it was wonderful. It is truly a treasure to look through.

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The cute little sign I made.

wine labels for 40th I also made personalized wine label stickers, since everyone likes getting wine and this adds an intimate touch to an easy gift. That’s them on their honeymoon trip to Jamaica. So cute!

Before the 40th anniversary party at PDC Walter looked handsome.

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It was a great weekend spent with family and friends. Thank you to my in-laws for being such generous, kind-hearted people!

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Georgia Tech mini-reunion

25 Sep

Last weekend was one of those really fun weekends that starts Thursday night. We left our house at 9pm (9 o’clock!) to go out to meet up with some of my college friends. I couldn’t believe we were leaving the house when I usually am ready to get into my pajamas and watch some TV (and thanks to my mother, the trooper, who watched Walt for us). But my good Georgia Tech friend Bo, who lives in Switzerland, was in town for just a heartbeat, so we had to join him, his wife, and our other friends. Another one of whom I hadn’t seen since before our wedding even though he and his wife moved back to Atlanta over six months ago. Time flies when you’re a busy bee.

We met up at Holeman and Finch, not one of my favorite places. I’d rather go to Turner Field to grab one of their delicious burgers. But the actual restaurant is fairly pretentious and has minimal seating. However our waitress looked just like Laura Prepon, so that was awesome. Dave and I enjoyed catching up, then headed home around midnight. The others don’t have kids yet, so they stayed out til 2am. Certainly reminded me of good ol’ college times!

Friday morning Walt and I met up with Bo, who hadn’t met my sweet toddler yet. We were going to walk around Piedmont Park until we realized that it would be fully occupied by Music Midtown, so we opted for a coffee at Starbucks.

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Then we met Jordan at Taqueria del Sol for lunch. Yum. I don’t usually get to go there anymore because of the long lines, but it is always such a treat. We ordered a feast and chatted about what we were like ten years ago. I’m glad Walter wasn’t paying too much attention to us.

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Jordan is getting married in November, and we’ll all be able to get together again to celebrate!

Saturday night we were able to babysit Walt’s cousin Ward for a few hours. He just turned one and is old enough to really play with Walter now. It’s more fun than a movie to watch them together. I had visions of them growing up as best friends.

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Mayhem.

Walt’s 2nd Birthday

17 Sep

It’s already been a month since Walter turned two, and I can’t believe it. At the rate time is passing I’m going to be 80 before I know it (if I’m lucky). We didn’t do too much to celebrate, but we did have a great time.

In the morning, Nini met us at Catch Air to play. Walt really enjoyed it a lot more than he did the first couple times we went.

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The big slide has so many almost vertical stairs it makes me nervous. Walt, however, loved it!

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He wanted to go down all by himself!

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The ball pit was his next favorite after I dragged him away from the slide.

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Pure joy.

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Just one big giant padded playhouse of fun.

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Then we met Daddy for lunch and went home to nap. We had his birthday dinner with Grandpa and Nini at Jalisco Mexican Restaurant, a family favorite. Walt, like his mama, loves the cheese dip of course. Nini also brought a Publix cupcake, which Walt devoured, and Jalisco’s provided the hat, which Walter hated.

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He’s two. He knows what he likes!

It was calm, there was no themed party, but my boy was happy.

Date Night

31 Mar

Oh boy did I need a date night on Saturday night. Not only did I need some quality time with my husband, but I needed a Walter break. All grandparents were in Florida this past month so the only time I wasn’t on Walter-alert was when we went to my friend’s memorial service. Not so much enjoyment there. And this might be harsh, but this past week Walter flat out got on my nerves. He isn’t speaking English words yet (though David swears he’s moved on from Chinese to Korean), so when he isn’t babbling he communicates by noises and whining. Yes: loud, screeching, whining. Music to my ears. I would have exchanged large amounts of money for extra patience if I could have.

Earlier in the week, when I got the green light for babysitting night, I went on a planning mission. Ever since I finished Zealot by Reza Aslan I’ve wanted to see the IMAX movie at Fernbank Jerusalem. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen pictures of the city even though of course I’ve heard about it my whole life. It has an amazing – albeit tense – history, and although the seats in the front of the theater are neck breaking, it was beautiful. I loved it. I felt like I wanted to travel there and move there and like I never needed to go there because I just was there all at the same time.

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After the movie I made reservations at South City Kitchen Midtown. Dave had been there for a work lunch and had said it was delicious but we could never afford it. Luckily I had gotten a gift certificate to the Fifth Group Restaurants from a good friend for taking some family photos. So of course I chose to go to there for our date night!

YUM.

It is southern food the way it was always meant to be cooked by your really exotically rich distant cousin on your mother’s great aunt’s side of the family.

Fried green tomatoes, a fancy salad with raspberry vinaigrette, shrimp and grits, fried chicken, and a bottle of red. My only regret was not being able to order the banana pudding or pecan pie, but Lent is Lent, and Dave and I opted to be good for once.

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One of the best parts of the night was that we managed to not talk about Walter or the house (we’re putting our house on the market this coming week and have been crazy getting it ready) pretty much the entire night. It was great to be able to enjoy each other for who we are rather than for what we share together. It’s easy to experience that when you’re dating and getting to know one another, but once you’re married with a mortgage and a kid, it can be hard to venture away from those subjects. They’re all-consuming, and for good reason. I like talking about those types of things with the person I’ve chosen to spend my life with. But for date night? That one special night for just the two of you that you only get every once in a while? It’s got to be different.

When we got to the restaurant it was packed (thank goodness for my planning ahead!). The only table we saw available on the ground floor was a two top in a most undesirable place. By the bar, in the path of the waiters, basically in the bumping zone, and we were sure that we were going to be seated there. As the hostess led us past that table, I looked back at Dave with a “oh whew” look. We were placed upstairs at this cute table that overlooked Crescent Ave. Across the street is the club Opera, and it happened to be prom night (with security guards and everything, frisking those terrible teenagers before they entered their house of fun). We absolutely people-watched, enjoying the limos driving up and dumping out hoards of teens ready for a night of dancing. Prom dresses sure have changed! They are all very flashy nowadays. It brought on a lot of introspection about our younger years and also imagining Walter at that age. And how much older we’ll be when he’s on his way to prom!

Of course we got home by 9pm like good little 30-somethings and watched a little HGTV before bed. It was a perfect night!

Poetry by Kat

24 Jan

New blog series: poetry I wrote back in 2008.

I used to love writing poetry. I can’t believe it was already five years ago that I wrote my most recent poem. My poetry muse must have left me. Or I banished her somehow. I was rereading several of them recently, and I must admit that I enjoyed my writing. It was nice to see that passion inside of my younger self still there on paper — well, the computer screen. It took some time to develop a little skill (writing good poetry is harder than you think).

I plan on posting several of the better ones. We’ll start with a tame one; mine can be pretty spicy. For your enjoyment:

“Unmarried people are far more likely to die of all causes than married people.”
Diversity in Families, Baca Zinn, 2008

If we ramble down these sidewalks, you’ll see what I mean

There’s a concert going on outside my apartment,
a 1920s brick building on a tree-lined split street.
The Midtown neighborhood, with purple haired people
and prostitutes being dumped out of cars into gays’ care,
is the first home I’ve ever taken out my heart
to bury in my front yard.
I’m ignoring the music except for the beat that escapes
into my room from the crack under my door
that also lets leaves in during the fall.

When I walk down these sidewalks I might
meet an exterminator who will offer me dinner
and “conversation” within thirty seconds
or smile at a homeless man who hit the jackpot
in cans at a college student’s party.
I might give a funeral to a dead bird
that I will bury in the nearby ivy, leaving
a circular blood stain on the cement.

In a plush chair on my porch, I sit
under Midtown’s constructions of steel
and glass and concreteness. A wooden house
looks rundown amid the cranes bringing
height and more to Atlanta, and I bet the shack
won’t be there long, like trees cut
for power lines and rich views from windows.
Everything that exists now is shoring
for what we want to exist in the future.
The progression is flimsy and fast.

I put words together that later mean more
than what I know right now,
or something drifts away once it is spoken.
I would wonder how those married people
manage to stay alive while us singles succumb to death,
but I’m not dead yet.