Well I Used to Love You, but That’s All Over Now

I took half a cake to Nashville for Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be a whole cake, Chase’s favorite kind from his favorite bakery but, alas, it was the wrong cake and only a half of the wrong cake, at that. Who orders a half a cake? I just don’t know. And, really, it wasn’t even half a cake since it was a Bundt cake and had the middle missing. I’ve always hated Bundt cakes for just that reason. You are cheated out of the whole cake middle. But, we ate it, anyway, and it was pretty good. I took a turkey, too, with NAKED TURKEY printed on the label. I’m not sure what was up with that, but I kept picturing a little coat on said turkey and meant to draw a cartoon like that but by the time I finally got there, it had slipped my mind. After the harrowing drive through the mountains, where you can choose from hanging behind a line of slow-going semi’s or staying up against a concrete wall going 70 mph, I was kinda burned out. And, that was the easy part of the trip. Knoxville traffic at 5:00, well, that’s a killer. Once I got there, I pretty much stayed in the house, isolating in a city where isolation is just no fun. I did try out a new running trail. It was way cool, winding through the woods and by a river, but the hills were killers, so coming back, I saw an arrow and sign marking a handicapped trail and I took that. Sad, I know, but it was nice and wide and flat. Not much scenery, though. There’s always a trade off in life, isn’t there? Yep. I always see strange things running in Nashville. This time, I saw a pile of broken pencils, a pair of boxer shorts, an empty condom box and a pregnancy test, all piled up together (has to be a story there), a keep off the grass sign that was ignoring it’s own admonishment by lying on said grass, and a crumpled up I LOVE KEITH URBAN sticker. Guess they don’t anymore.