weekly
update 11/16/2014
Well,
the walking is still continuing. I was upset when I read the news on
Tuesday morning that there is a pack of 4 wild dogs on Whitemarsh
Island that roam near the YMCA hiking trail and had frightened a
jogger. I'm almost as afraid of dogs as I am of driving, so this is
not a good sign. But I went anyway, hoping I wouldn't see any dogs,
and I didn't. I know that the strategy is to show no fear when
confronted by an aggressive dog, but because of my overpowering
terror, that's not the reality of what would happen.
I
attended two evening lectures this week. The first one was sponsored
by The Learning Center, and it was about FDR and the Holocaust. Like
so many opinions of the horror of the concentrations camps of WWII,
it's easy to look back and say not enough was done. But what was
known, and how much was known, and by whom it was known at the time
make Monday-morning quarterbacking of this awful event a useless
endeavor. The other lecture was sponsored by Armstrong Atlantic
University and was held at the outdoor patio at the Ships of the Sea
Museum - one of my favorite places. It was about literature in the
late 19th century and how it reflected the imperialistic attitudes of
the times. Interesting.
I
was supposed to give extra tours at BC this week. The National
Preservation Trust was meeting in Savannah all week, and the
Bonaventure Historical Society supposed there would be an interest by
these people in touring our wonderful cemetery. Well, not exactly.
No one signed up, so I didn't have to give the 2 tours on Wednesday
and Friday that I had thought I would be doing. That's OK.
Thursday,
I spent in great anticipation of a good, well-fought TNF game.
Unfortunately, it was anything but. The first half was OK, but I had
a sinking feeling when the Bills offense couldn't get more than 3
points when the defense handed them 2 turnovers. The second half was
painful to watch. My fantasies of an extended season have been
dashed. I want EJ!
Then
Friday was DH and Saturday was BC. Nothing exciting or different
there, but the tours at DH were more crowded due to the Preservation
conference. I had hoped to go to the production of Arsenic and Old
Lace at the church on Wilmington Island where I've enjoyed
performances in the past. My friend Sylvia's husband was going to
play a part in this play as he has in the past, and I was looking
forward to it. But I got a call Friday afternoon from Sylvia saying
the evening performances were sold out. I spent the evening watching
some of the many Hallmark Movie Channel Holiday shows I've recorded.
On Sunday, I didn't even go to Coach's because the Bills weren't
playing.
So,
a rather ho hum week. But I must brag - I do ho hum very, very well.
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