3/22/2015

Weekly Update 3/22/2015

Just like last Friday, I got stood up at BC again on Monday by a group of students that I was supposed to give a tour to. But unlike last Friday, this was a gorgeous spring day. There were many tourists coming out to the cemetery because Savannah was inundated with them for the St Patrick's Day festivities, so I spent the morning at the BC visitor center to hand out maps and answer questions. After all, I'd gotten out of bed, was showered and dressed, so why not? I had to be back to the condo in the mid-afternoon. The a/c inspector came to make sure I was good to go to turn it on for the season, and everything looked good.

Tuesday was the HUGE St Patrick's Day parade in Savannah. Savannah has the 3rd largest parade in the country, after New York City and Boston. Of course, I wasn't brave enough to try to get downtown to watch, and I don't really like parades that much anyway, but I watched it on tv off and on for the day. The same cute little Irish dancers that I'd seen last Saturday were in the parade, and just as adorable. There were the usual high school bands, floats, and politicians, as well as bagpipes, military units, and families who just wanted to march, or build a float.

Tuesday was also a warm day, what I've come to expect of Savannah in the Spring. It got to 85º, and I went to the pool. I didn't get in the water - it's still too cold - but I did get started on my tan. I take it very slowly at the start, so I was only there for about an hour. but it felt good to be in the warm sunshine. That weather didn't last. I was able to get to the pool one day this week. 

 

Thursday, the lunch bunch met at an Irish pub on River Street. I was really nice, although we'd just been Erin-Go-Braugh-ed to death. We drank more Guinness and and I had potato soup and a reuben, while others had shepherds pie and bangers and mash. There were lots of photos on the walls of the restaurant, Keven Barry's. It was named for an Irish patriot who was hanged in 1920 when he was just 20 years old following the botched ambush of an British military truck in Dublin. 

 

Friday was DH, and it was still very crowded, although I expected that everyone would have left town by then. The tours were all full. After that, I went to 17 Hundred 90. Donna, Dave and Lisa came to share a drink, visit, and make me laugh, which I really needed because I'm so disgusted with my phone. For anyone who has read my blog faithfully, you know that I really do not like my Samsung Galaxy phone. I want an iPhone! My 2-year contract is almost up, so when my phone died, and I didn't know whether it's because the contract is so close to the end, or if this issue was storage, which has ALWAYS been an issue. Whatever, it was dead; I couldn't even make an emergency call. When I returned it to the center nearest me, I was told that unless I wanted to sign another 2-year contract for a Galaxy phone, or pay a hefty penalty to get out of the contract and get an iPhone, I was out of luck - they could nothing for me. Isn't that sweet? After I calmed down, I went to a larger Verizon store, and they were able to get my phone working, but not without erasing all my data. They asked if it was ok if they did that, but really, what choice did I have? I spent most of Saturday evening trying to recreate all I had lost. I'm was livid. How many more minutes until August?

I'm always fascinated by the tides. There was a super moon on Friday (it was too cloudy to see, and I didn't get any photos, but I'm sure it was wonderful). When I went to open BC on both Saturday and Sunday mornings, the marshes near my condo were so full of the high tidal waters that they looked like rice patties! 

 

On Sunday, I had to open and close the cemetery. It’s been a long time since I've had to close on a Sunday, because I asked not to be scheduled during NFL season, and they haven't put me back on since the season ended. But this week I had to count the money. This is also the busiest time of the year, so there was a lot in the donation box. It makes me uncomfortable to be responsible for the cash. I had to finish up quickly, too, because Donna, June and Helen were coming over to play Rummikub and have a light supper. I made a quiche and some scones, and bought a fruit salad. I guess it was ok, but they all are better cooks than I am.

Something doesn't know what season it is! Look at what's going on with my Christmas cactus: