Tired Nightravyn is tired
This weekend, Exar and I went to go see Mom. Well, that was part of the visit. The main reason for going was what I posted on Saturday: the Ole Miss football game, tailgating in the Grove, and all the rabid Rebel fans you could shake a stick at. It was Exar’s first sight of the Grove completely overtaken with tailgating tents, girls in pearls and heels, guys in khakis, and about half the alums already tanked at 10am. Due to the ticket sales fiasco (major overselling, and people were moved all over the place), instead of the sideline seats we were supposed to have, we were in the endzone. The endzone in the sun. Can we say sunburned? Oh good, so can I. I can also say “Solarcaine.” (Owie.) I’m down to the itchy part, and starting to peel on my face (joy), but at least it’s not the pain that I was in on Sunday when we drove back home. At least it was a good game, and Exar enjoyed himself (and the BBQ nachos, but we won’t go there).
Another part of our trip was talking some stuff over with Mom and her builder. She’s working on putting an addition onto the 1930′s bungelow than my great-grandparents built. The original house is 1300~ square feet. She’s adding 2000 square feet. Yes, she’s got that much stuff, why do you ask? Fortunately her builder is a good guy, and the stuff she needed to go over was quickly taken care of. She still needs to find some tile for the kitchen backsplash, but it’s mostly taken care of at this point. Colors for paint got nailed down too, so that’s off the “need to bug the kid about” list, thank heavens. At least she’s gotten most of the appliances already purchased or lined up. The addition is going to look -good- when it’s finally done. When we were there, they’d managed to get the trees taken out to make room for the addition, and dug the pit for the foundations. Yesterday, it had managed to dry out enough that they could pour the foundations. With luck, the framing guys will be out there within the week to start framing and then they can really get some work going.
As far as WoW goes, we got back on Sunday where we promptly fell over dead. But Monday was a good day for me. I managed to go from 406/700 Kalimdor quests to 445/700 quests. AND I also got the following:
1. To All The Squirrels I’ve Loved Before
2. Explore Darkshore
3. Explore Durotar
4. Explore The Barrens
5. Explore Mulgore
6. Explore Ashenvale
7. Heroic: Azjol-Nerub
8. Volunteer Work
9. Ahn’kahet: The Old Kingdom (Missed a boss so no Heroic on it)
10. Northrend Dungeonmaster
11. The Old Gnome and the Sea
12. Fish Don’t Leave Footprints
13. 250 Fish (woooo!)
14. Expert Fisherman
I might have been a bit determined yesterday. >.>

Fall has always been an odd season for me. There’s a sense of melancholy attached to it for me. A bit of happy, a bit of sad. When it came to the happy, I was one of the weird kids that actually looked forward to school starting, cos I loved learning, and cos I got to see my friends again. Yes, I’m one of those people that gets a whiff of erasers in August and has fond memories of shopping for back to school clothes and supplies. Usually by November, the warm fuzzies between me and school were over, and I just wanted holiday break to come quickly.
Scent is a funny thing. It triggers so many things in humans, not the least of which is memories. Back when I was 10, my mom moved the two of us up to Knoxville, Tennessee, so she could attend the University of Tennessee and work on her PhD in Anthropology. (For those that are into that kinda thing, yes, that’s where Dr. William Bass taught, who formed the first and best known “Body Farm”. Mom took classes under him, and he was a wonderfully sweet guy to the 10 year old kid sitting in his classes next to her mom, including his forensics classes.) (Why yes, I did have a weird childhood, why do you ask?) I was not the happiest kid in the world about leaving all of my friends and moving to some strange town, and sulked for a good chunk of the time there.
Around October, Mom found out that Silver Dollar City, a theme park in Pigeon Forge, TN, was having a Fall Arts & Crafts Festival. Mom was a big believer in getting culture and education in while having fun (and if it was inexpensive, all the better!), so we drove up on Saturday to check out the park. When we got there, it was open, tour buses were lined up and dropping their passengers off, and the BBQ pit was in full gear. We spent the day wandering around, checking out the crafts, watching the blacksmithing, glassblowing, and giggling at the lines of people staring at the quilters (my great-grandmother was still alive and very much still quilting at the time). I was fascinated with the chandlery and had to be dragged out of there. The colors of the waxes fascinated me to no end, until we saw the weavers and my brain completely popped.
By the time the day was over, Fall became cemented in my head with a full array of memories: the fascination of learning, colors from every spectrum, the scent of BBQ, charcoal and diesel exhaust, a crisp breeze, red plaid fabric, the sounds of crowds and the crunch of dead leaves, and missing friends and family horribly. To this day, most of those can still trigger a melancholy in me for a moment, but only for a moment. Then the good memories rise to the top, and I start to think of the possibilities that fall can bring.




