Troubled Bridge Over Water

CNN reports that the I-40 bridge -- a/k/a the "New Bridge" -- over the Mississippi River has been closed because part of it sunk three inches. Traffic is, of course, being diverted to the "Old Bridge." Makes you feel really safe, especially since they built the "New Bridge" because there was too much traffic on the "Old Bridge."

My boyfriend has a paranoid phobia of bridges, which pre-dates, but has been greatly magnified by, the Minnesota bridge collapse. He didn't mention the Minnesota bridge to me until about two days after it happened, so I thought at first that he'd somehow managed not to hear about it. I thought maybe his co-workers, out of sympathy for his fears, had decided to carefully shield him from this disturbing news. Not so much. When we finally did talk about it, he said that his boss had yelled "Hey, come in here, you gotta see this!" as soon as he came into the office the morning after the disaster. My boyfriend was, of course, greatly traumatized.

So I am now actively in the market for a raft, suitable for carrying one traumatized boyfriend, one incredibly patient girlfriend, and a pick-up truck across the Mississippi River when necessary. Post replies here.

I really should be better at this

Especially since I very, very jokingly nominated myself for "Best Memphis Blog" in the Flyer's poll. Guess I've been pouring too much creative energy into HGTV-inspired decorating binges and not enough into here. Cable and a new apartment are a bad combination. Not that my cable works all that well, which is why the cable man cometh BACK to my apartment this Friday. Just in time for football season.

So life back in the big bad city hasn't been nearly as exciting as I should be making it, but I'm using the ridiculously hot weather as an excuse, at least for now. At least I know I have at least until October to come up with a better one. And a better excuse for why I haven't joined a gym, started going to church, found some new places to hang out. Well, some place other than the finally-painted furniture on my porch where it's too hot to sit outside. Tonight's exciting plans? Laundry, and lots of it. Sigh. No wonder I'm so bad at this.