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The Dog-Leg Days of Summer

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I grew up behind the #2 Tee of the local country club.

You can assume whatever you want from that statement. Some of it may be true, a lot of it probably not, but it’s all one big puddle of moot.

We had lattice and railing around our back porch, and when I was still shorter than the rails, I would spend hours watching the golfers through the holes in the wood. Most of them never knew I was there until my shrill, loud voice started to heckle them—“You dog-legged it!” or “Oh no! The woods! Ya hit it in the woods!”

When you grow up an only child, you find your fun where you can.

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He Writes the Songs

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I often struggle with feeling emotions.

Stop laughing, Mother.

Okay, maybe there’s a better way to phrase it. Sometimes, I have a hard time feeling emotions to the point where I can move beyond them. More times than not, the thing that shoves me fully into the feeling is music. Be it grief, melancholy, anxiety, whatever, I can usually find a song that will throw me right there and make me feel whatever I need to feel to the marrow of my bone. Once I reach that point, have fully acknowledged it, I can let it go.

(Iwillnotbreakintosong. Iwillnotbreakintosong. Iwillnotbreakintosong.)

Example: When I’m writing, I tend to find a song that goes with the tone or the emotion of what I’m trying to write and put that baby on repeat until the entire world is sick of it. There was one day not too long ago when I had one song going for 23 times, and I honestly had no idea until Earl came into the room and proclaimed, “ENOUGH WITH THAT SONG!”

But. BUT. If there was ever any doubt that the kid is mine, tonight shattered it.

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Unwittingly on the Lam

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Without fail, my timing is either impeccably perfect or off juuuuust enough to be considered really, really horrendous.

My South Carolina driver’s license, which I got upon moving to the Palmetto State 10 years ago (yeah, insanely long licenses here) expired on my birthday this year.

I’m moving to Tennessee less than a month after my birthday.

Which means I either had to deal with two DMVs within a month or I had to let my license lapse for a couple of weeks and hope my good luck with my lead foot going unnoticed continued.

In the interest of calming TechPapa’s already frazzled nerves, I went today (2 days late, OH THE HORROR) to renew my license. It was fine, actually, since I need the title for my car to get it registered in TN (my SC registration expires May 31 because WHEE) and, well, I’m pretty sure the title has already been packed in a file box. Somewhere. Or else I shredded it in my Great ShredFest of 2014, which is entirely possible. Regardless of the original title’s fate, I needed a duplicate.

Two birds, one stone, boom.

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