The Trip to Alpine Helen, Ga

Last Day, Sunday...November 4th

Woke up groggy, didn't keep track of the time. I walked out to take a quick shot of our cabin from all angles, hoping it would make its debut in my memoirs. I picked up a little surprise from the woods, I am not at liberty to say but the surprise blew chunks.

Still haven't heard from Ogo or Kevin. In the woods, it seems everyone's abandoned you. The phone never rings, and the only news channel is CNN, no local news, and no entertainment news either.

Walked around downtown after a very unfulfilling meal at Tanglewood restaurant, everyone else enjoyed it but for the first time in my whole life I actually preferred thehi pancakes to the biscuits they had drowned in tasteless white gravy.

Downtown picked up my bamboo shoot. It cost buckets, I really don't know why I bought it. I think it was the "brings good luck" slogan that caught me. I just wanted some kind of memento to remember the trip by. I found out later that they were sketching very good pencilled self-portraits for $5 I felt like returning the plant. But it's a good memento if it lives long.

Last stop was wine-tasting. A few sips, I was a good girl, slept off all the way home, came home and got my first rejection letter from my interview in the mail. Tried to cry but couldn't. I reeally wanted that job, one of those interviews you attend you think to yourself, this wouldn't be a bad place to work, you know. I looked at the bamboo shoot and said, "you better bring me good luck dammnit."

I am sure I've bored myself with this narration. Perhaps when the pictures come out I can add this narration of events to the pictures and it would all make sense.