End of September

That means: toad lilies.

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Guest Room

Okay, with the exception of painting the window and the doors, the guest room is done. We refurbished the crazy chandelier so now each guest can write or draw on a piece of paper and attach it. Beats a boring old guestbook! And Sister Meg's pocketbooks made the move downstairs. We also finished the crown moulding and freshened up some of the green wall paint. Our old dead cat Eleanor sneezed on the walls a lot.

Come visit! Call first.

Upstairs, Upstairs

Yesterday and today, Sister Meg and I moved the 2500 book library upstairs to the weird area at the top of the stairs where nothing ever worked. Here are some in-progress pics. FInished ones coming later.

Old library, partially destructed:



New library, partially, uh, structed.

Favorite Things #6

The Overlook Wodehouse series. I alphabetized them last night so I could more easily figure out what I was missing. I'm only missing nine - and four of those don't come out until later this year.

The National Civil Rights Museum

I spent some time Friday at the National Civil Rights Museum (warning: uplifting music) in Memphis. It's an interesting place, but like a lot of history-type museums, it's a little bit problematic. It's seriously heavy on text panels and skimpy on artifacts (especially the first section, all the way up to the Civil War), which causes a lot of bottlenecking. But I really liked it on the whole. I was unnerved a little when I turned a corner and was literally standing looking from the insidethrough a glass wall at the actual room at the Lorraine Motel where MLK Jr stayed (the museum is built in and around the motel). You can look out the window and see the spot where he died one foot from your eyeballs. It's weird because you don't know it's coming - I mean, you know where you are in the Civil Rights timeline at all times in the museum but you don't really expect to get to stand in the room. They're nuts about you taking pictures (they say it's about various people owning trademarks blah blah blah but really I think it's about selling postcards in one of the two gift shops) so I don't have a photo of it, but I will say: it's something else. A very strange feeling.



Then - again without warning - you go to an annex where you're standing in the bathroom from where James Earl Ray aimed his rifle. The window is open just so, just enough to squeeze a rifle barrel through. It's positively freaky and I noticed a lot of people - really, a lot - skipped this altogether the minute they got a whiff of what it was. Then there's a whole other enormous room devoted to the manhunt for Ray and another for the Did Ray Act Alone? conspiracy theories. I thought this was a mistake - you get a whole room of this but Selma gets one wall in the other building? It seemed disproportionate and even though you get a little bit of hope after that - a room of recent Civil Rights achievements - you almost come away with a little sense of hopelessness because so much square footage is devoted to James Earl Ray.

But everyone should go - it doesn't feel like medicine. It's really interesting and that real Lorraine Motel room thing...well, I can't even explain it.

They did miss a big chance though - there should be a place to eat and it should be designed like a vintage lunch counter.

Sumpin' Ain't Right

It's July in Nashville! Which means, you know, quilts at night and hot chocolate.