Weekly Update
8/30/2015
I began the week with a
nice dinner out with Anne and Kay. We met at Treylor Park in
downtown Savannah. I was the only one of the three of us who had
been there before, but we all agreed it was good. And, of course,
the best thing was the company. After we ate, we walked to a new
roof-top bar overlooking the Savannah River. It's too bad it rained,
but we had a few minutes to sit outside before it really started to
some down.
Only a few short weeks
until my snowbird friends begin to return to Savannah. So, it
occurred to me that when Suzy gets back, I'll need to return the
sewing machine that I'd borrowed for the summer. I had in the back
of my mind for months the idea for a Halloween costume this year, and
decided that I'd better get at it if I wanted to have it made before
I have to give up the sewing machine. So, that's what I worked on
for several afternoons this week. It didn't turn out quite as well
as I'd hoped, but hey, I'll only wear it once, so who cares? Or I may
not wear it at all. I know that Dave has a “project” planned for
Halloween, like the Easter craft we did last spring. I hope it
includes costumes, not carving. Not unlike the probability that the
fire department may have to be called when I go into my kitchen to
bake, I fear that anything involved with me, giant gourds, and a
sharp knives may have to involve paramedics.
Audrey has continued to
grow and grow. I've pruned her back, cut off whole limbs, tried all
sorts of ways to keep her manageable. It's not working. I would
like to be able to sit in my sunroom and read by the big windows; I'd
like to be able to open my blinds without having to push Audrey out
of the way and fight my way through a jungle just to get to them!
So, I decided something must be done. I toyed with the idea of
dismembering her and taking her to the dumpster piece by piece, but
that sounded a little barbaric. For now, I simply moved her to the
guest bedroom. I'll try that for a while, but she still may end up
as garbage.
On Wednesday, I was
happily lounging at the pool, reading my book. Then I heard what
appeared to be an alarm going off. Since my hearing isn't that
great, I actually didn't pay too much attention, and couldn't even
tell if it was coming from inside MP or maybe from a security system
at the nearby shops. But when I saw Anthony running to deactivate
the front gate mechanisms, I figured it was sometning in one of the
buildings. A week ago, Building 9 had some water damage because of a
sprinkler system that had been set off when welders were working on
an a/c unit. And that's apparently what happened again, this week in
Building 2. (I'm in Building 5, so nothing near me – yet). There
were four firetrucks and and lots of emergency personnel around, but
no one was hurt, luckily, with only property damage. Easy for me to
say - ONLY property damage. I'm told that the trucks needed to make
a return appearance later that same day, because of a faulty alarm.
One thing after another here.
Saturday night, I went
to the annual fund raiser for Old Fort Jackson. I've always loved
this event. It includes a silent auction and a wonderful low country
broil meal. I bid on three items - a handcrafted necklace that would
have matched the shirt I was wearing perfectly, a paint and wine
tasting party for 4, and an evening at 700 Drayton at the chef's
cooking school which would have been valid for a year. I've heard
wonderful things about this, and thought that if Allen were to come
within the next year, it might be something a little different for us
to do. On the other hand, that might be like asking me to spend a
fun evening filling out payment vouchers or calculating time banks,
which is what I had to do for my job. I guess it's a good thing that
I was outbid for all of the things I signed for. The food at the
fort was wonderful!
While it looked for a
short time as if a major hurricane might be headed out way, it turned
out to be much ado about nothing. We've had a lot of rain, and a lot
more is forecast for next week. But candles and bottles of water are
still safely stored at the back of the cupboard.
How about those Buffalo
Bills?
