“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work.” ~ Wendell Berry
I’ve had a pretty fine week in case you couldn’t tell. Yesterday was awesome for sure, what with Cinco de Mayo with the Heis family and all. I ran into some friends before that fun ever started, like Johnny Farris. This is his first appearance in the outhouse. Johnny, Crystal, and I went through UK’s Fine Arts program together. He’s an excellent photographer, but more than that, he’s as sweet as the day is long. Plus, he’s just adorable. I hadn’t seen Johnny since Greg Davis and Vanessa Oliver’s wedding nearly two years ago. So, it was great to catch up with him. Then, there was Annie Bassoni. I’m at my desk migrating data listening to Foo Fighters cranked to eleven in my headphones when I hear a tiny ‘clink.’ Seems I didn’t hear Annie calling my name through her bull horn…and yet I heard her throw a rock at my window (go figure). My selective hearing aside, I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to give this woman a bull horn, but she was walking around campus terrorizing people with it, calling out random names and actions to complete strangers. Mind you, Annie is a therapist. It might be fair to say she’s the reason some people need therapy with that kind of behavior. She absolutely cracks me up. I wouldn’t take anything for her and Johnny. I love my people so much.
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