4/21/2013

weekly update 4/21/2013

This was a week spent at the pool, working at my tan. I was there 4 times this week, and it's just the best time of year to go to the pool. I can sit and read my book until i'm baking in the sun, and then go in the cool water.  Later in the season, it will be much too hot to sit in the sun for even a very short time, and going in the warm pool water is not much relief. So, I'm enjoying these days. 

 

 

at the pool with Donna

It's been quite a while since I've gone to a lecture at the Senior Center, but I had signed up for one at noon on Wednesday this week. The talk was about Clermont Lee, and the saving of Savannah's Squares. I mistakenly thought it was about a preservation activist who fought city hall to prevent the squares we all love today from being divided up into straight roadways for traffic. But, Clermont Lee was one of the first women landscape architects who worked in the United States, and her focus was historically correct gardens and public areas. She did much work in Savannah from the 1950's to the 1990's, in private gardens, museum gardens, and in 7 of Savannah's 21 squares. She has left a legacy of beautiful plantings and historic designs that we all are proud of and enjoy.

Friday found me back giving tours at Davenport House. There seems to be a lot of tourists this time of year, so my tours were quite full. That makes them easier, and the afternoon went by quickly. In the evening, I went to the performance of Little Women by the Savannah Children's Theater. Again, the kids did a wonderful job. I was surprised when one of the male leads was played by a friend's son, so that made me even more glad I had attended. Alex did a great job.

On Saturday afternoon, Donna and I drove out to Tybee Island with Lisa & Dave for jazz on the beach benefit for the Savannah Philharmonic. We had some nice appetizers (marinated calamari with seaweed? it wasn't as bad as it sounds, and I did try it) and a glass of wine and listened to some interesting jazz. It wasn't as warm as it had been earlier in the week, and we left after only about two hours. Then, back to Donna's condo for more to eat, more to drink, and games of rummikub and skipbo.

Donna, me, Lisa & Dave at the jazz tent

 

And, lastly, after all my insipid banter about my tan, my comings & goings, my inane life, the real focus of this past week - terror. again. It's just dawning on me now that this is not going to end - it is only going to get worse. Where can we, our children, our grandchildren be safe? Not airplanes, not movie theaters, not college campuses, not elementary schools, not running. There is no place. And while it may seem that each horror affects only a few people (really? doesn't everyone know someone who knew someone who was running in boston, or had run in boston, or lived in boston, or knew someone who one time lived in boston, or read about boston in history books? EVERYONE has some tie to boston), it affects us all. Every bomb, every gun, every box cutter is a threat to every one. Police were everywhere at the marathon, and yet people died. They can not keep us safe. There is nothing to keep us safe. What people do to other people, for whatever reason, is frightening. And I'm having a really, really hard time accepting that.