Today’s the day. By the time some of you read this, my “good” breast will be sharpied with art & “do not touch” reminders. I’ll be flying high on the goofy juice. My husband might even let me tweet for a while. He’ll take over for updates later. I’m having wires placed in my boobs. Radioactive dye will travel through me. I’m becoming Spiderwoman. Or I’ll get a superpower that’s even cooler.
The day after I got the final word about my genetic testing, Marcus and I hit the road. I borrowed my Dad’s convertible, and we set off for Tellico Plains (I waved hi to Benton’s Bacon as we passed by).
We took a detour to get doughnuts. And sex toys. And tobacco.
We seemed to start out with a good omen. My dad has Sirius radio. Right as we entered Tellico Plains and saw the Tellico River, this song came on:
Of course it was followed by this song:
Then we hit the Cherohala Skyway.
This is one of my favorite drives in East Tennessee/North Carolina. It’s like the Smokies without all the people burning their brakes out on the downhill sections.
We stopped in at the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest. Ate some lunch. Hugh loved the peace and quiet.
We went on a short hike
Foam Flowers – missed most of the wildflowers this year, but will lay in them next year.
Wild irises are gorgeous.
These trees make me feel insignificant. That’s been comforting these past few weeks.
We headed back on The Dragon. Eleven miles has 318 curves. They’re really fun in a sports car.
I promise after I get rid of my cancer, I’ll actually remember to shoot videos the correct way.
Then made a detour to the Little River. Hugh got a little wistful.
Marcus and I got a little wistful. It was part of our first real date.
Then we smiled because the salad days will never be over.
We visited Cades Cove where we got to see coyotes, deer, bluebirds, a copperhead and a mama bear with two of her babies.
This view will never get old. Ever.
This turkey just wants to get laid.
Hugh is fascinated with wood stove cookery. He’s so strange that way.
A drive-by shot of Mama bear and one of her babies.
A tip for those of you snapping pictures of baby bears. Always make sure there are people in front of you. That way they’ll get eaten before you do. You’re welcome.
Saturday morning, I hugged some of the people I love. I miss so much being part of the vendor community this year.
Art and I love bacon & beer. It’s true love.
Dave from VG’s Bakery. Hugh agrees with me how delicious his baked goods are.
Lisa and her gorgeous glass artwork are amazing. And we got photobombed. It would have been so much cooler with Kevin Spacey.
Saturday night we had friends over for barbecue. Marcus cleaned the house, my mom brought baked beans and potato salad, and our friends brought delicious dishes to share. I took a nap. I love our motley group of friends. Marcus’s second mom was there, and it was so much fun to fill her in on the escapades Marcus and her son used to get into.
There should be lots of pictures here. I had too much fun to take them. I promise to get some at the “This shit is over” party.
Sunday I headed to church, got so many hugs and tons of love. My mom took me shopping. I now have an adorable sundress. And new pillows. And we got the news that close friends of ours got to bring their baby home from the hospital.
I have a picture of her gorgeous little girl riding Hugh. It’s awesome. I wish I could post it. Just imagine how awesome it is.
It’s time to get this shit on the road, so I can leave it in my dust. There are too many things to make fun of: rusty “vintage” cooling racks, stripey paper straws and bakery twine. Never forget bakery twine.
Thanks for the support! Thanks for the love! Thanks for listening to me bitch! And thank you for not posting pink ribbons in your comments. You all are the best. I have no idea how I got such a wonderful group of readers on this site.
At some point, I need a new twitter avatar. Even if Colleen is a little on the bumpy side.
Love you all. See you on the flip side of this nonsense.