Photos by Drew
The most fun thing we did this weekend wasn’t really during the weekend but on Thursday night when we went to see my mom in the small mountain town of Dahlonega, Georgia. She was there for a tourism/marketing conference (she works for a tourism center in Tennessee), and then my sister Ashley and my niece and nephew Stella and Jack (he likes to go by Peach) met up with us too, and we all had dinner and then chocolate at a downtown candy store. We snuck Rufus into our hotel (he’s little), and got to be with Peach for his birthday on Friday. He’s 8 and doesn’t really want to be 8 or to grow up at all (I was always the same way and still am most of the time) but he and Stella were lots of fun, and it was so good to see them and my sister and my mom, and I miss my whole family already.
On Friday and Saturday we went out to eat with friends, and last night we saw our friend Rodney sing/rap. It’s so hot out that we stayed inside as much as we could–I mostly read, and I don’t know what else I did; I’m good at wasting time, especially on weekends. I spent lots of time online, trying to muster up interest in fashion, but I couldn’t (summertime blues), and the only thing that got me halfway interested in taking blog photos today was the excuse it gave me to visit the little historical complex in Decatur. I’d always wondered what the little white buildings were, but usually whenever I passed by I was on my way to the thrift store or getting lost on my way to the post office (Decatur roads never fail to confuse me), and so today when we were going to the farmer’s market in Decatur I figured we might as well stop and take a look. The Mary Gay House seems to function mainly these days as a place to hold weddings, but there weren’t any today (thank goodness), so we could walk around freely, peeking in windows and reading historical markers. It was built in the 1820s, just like the Swanton House next door. Only the Swanton House is part of the Dekalb History Center complex, and there are two log cabins in back that were moved to the place. It reminds me of the Atlanta History Center, only on a much less grand scale. One of these days we’ll go there when it’s open.