my brother-in-law told me the other day that he's dealing with some mid-life crisis issues. i told him that i was dealing with the same.

honestly though,mine feels more like a full-blown psychotic state. the thesaurus defines crisis as: "A highly volatile dangerous situation requiring immediate remedial action."

there's just no way to administer immediate remedial action to this kind of crisis however. it's just something you have to sort through and it takes time. probably the universe figured that by mid-life you'd have the patience and tolerance to be able to navigate the relentless, nagging doubts and feelings that spring up right about this time in life.

what was the universe thinking?

why is that whenever we're sitting on the fence about a decision we're trying to make, that the fence we are sitting on always has to be barbed wire? sometimes we just need to be on that fence for a little bit but the barbed wire makes it so prickly and uncomfortable that we jump off of it and end up making a decision that may not have been the best choice.

maybe the trick is to learn how to sit differently and endure that prickly feeling.

there are many rivalries between the southern states over various things. one of those rivalries is about who grows the best peaches. georgia says they do, south carolina says they do. it's debatable in my opinion because they're both wonderful. but the one thing that south carolina has that georgia can't compete with is this clever water tank.

i've driven past this steel peach a million and one times over the past twenty two years on my way back and forth from georgia to north carolina. when the p.b. kid was little, she used to call it the big peach butt. i finally stopped this past weekend on my way back from atlanta to shoot it.

it's located in gaffney, south carolina and it was built in 1981. the artist is peter freudenberg. it's called the peachoid water tank and its capacity is one million gallons.

it wouldn't make a very good cobbler, but it sure is fun to look at.

life

order
chaos
rinse and repeat

i found the key...now if i could only find out what it unlocks...

i have a drinking problem.
i know i am powerless over it.
i put it above all else.

and yes, i've basically turned into a bag of coffee at this point but i don't care. at least i smell really, really good. people always like the smell of french roast. my brother-in-law told me the other week that he was back "on it" but only for a short while until he quits cold turkey again. i don't buy it though. because coffee is the nectar of the gods. plain and simple. i came across this the other day. i won't say how much it would take to kill me because then you'd know how much i weigh, but let 's just say i've come dangerously close.

but i don't care.

all the farms down my way are disappearing. they're being bought up and turned into dry cleaning businesses and nail salons. it's disturbing, but i'm a part of it i suppose because my house sits on what was once a cow pasture.

for now, i will enjoy these cornfields and wonder what great recipe my friend tracy would have for this beautiful silver queen corn?

ironic

8:05am me and trixie on the way to work. drizzling and dreary.

4:50pm me and trixie on the way home. sunshiney bright.