9/20/2015

Weekly Update 9/20/2015

First thing Monday morning, I received a call about the car. They were looking at her and needed my ok to take it all apart. They called back in just over an hour (I wasn't even out of bed yet) and said she was fixed! It seems as if a small piece of plastic had broken off the airbag mechanism and worked its way under the shift, and that was the problem. They took it out, threw it away, and put the car back together. What I thought was going to cost thousands of dollars for a new transmission turned out to be a half hour of labor costs. That feels good!

 

Monday was also Book club day. The book-of-the-month for September was The Orphan Train. Suzy and Donna joined us because they had both read the book. The club liked the story, but thought it was kind of depressing. Then again, it seems that a lot of the books we read are depressing. 
 
Tuesday, I finally got back to the pool. It was the only day I got there this week, but it felt good to be there. It's getting a little cooler here, but it's still good pool weather. That's also the day I erased all my calendar entries from the phone – again. I didn't realize that the iPad and iPhone sync automatically, so, thinking I only needed one set of schedules, I deleted everything from the iPad to avoid those annoying dings and emails 30 minutes before any event. But it erased them everywhere. I spend most of the day trying to recreate the calendar, and I know I've missed some things. I hope they weren't important ones, like Lisa and Dave coming back to Savannah on Oct 2. 
 
Wednesday was Rummikub night, and June made biscuits, warm from the oven, with slices of ham. Oh, that was good. June is a wonderful cook, and although I tell them that I'm not coming over to be fed, she always delights me with something wonderful. Donna joined us for the games, too, and that was great. 
 
Thursday was a busy day. It was Brian's 42nd birthday (wasn't it just yesterday when I waddled to the car to go to the hospital for this???) and although I tried to be awake at 4:24 am to send him an email, I didn't make it. I had been asked to give a tour at DH because they were having two busloads of tourists come in with Diamond tours. I thought it was only one tour at 2 pm, but there were two - at 2 and 3. I had signed up for a lecture at TLC that began at 4, and because the speaker was someone I really enjoy hearing, I had to rush out of the tour right as it ended (I usually try to hang around to answer questions or chat with the visitors - I’m a grand ambassador for this city). I made it to the Bull Street center just as the lecture began. Donna had saved a seat for me, so I didn't miss any of it. It was wonderful. Architecture in Savannah, past, present, and what might happen in the future. After that, Donna and I went to restaurant that has recently opened - 32 Degrees. The food was good, the server was ok - maybe his first day, but he got the job done - and the prices were very good. We will probably go there again. 
 
Friday when I woke up, I had a brief minute when I convinced myself that I needed to get up and open BC, probably because I was at DH yesterday, but I adjusted quickly and went to DH, not BC, for my normal tours. After that, I went to The 90. Anne, Kay and Suzy joined Donna and me for a drink. That was great. Our little group of regulars is growing, and it's nice to unwind with them.

Saturday, I did have to get up and open BC, then I went back in the afternoon to greet tourists in the afternoon and close up. The fox is still there. We had to warn visitors that it is a wild animal, and please do not feed it, pet it, or encourage it. people have been giving it potato chips and candy bars, and that's probably what is making Buddy so friendly. But it's not good for him, and if he becomes too familiar with the tourists, he could become aggressive and bite someone. He would have to be “taken care of” if that happens. We don't want to lose him, but we'd rather he be trapped and relocated. I don't know what will happen, but we tell the people to leave him alone. No one has to tell me that. 
 
And, then, Sunday. I opened BC, and hung around until time to go to Coach's. Mike, my neighbor downstairs went at 1 pm, too, and Donna came in a little later. Buffalo scored before I even got to the parking lot, so I thought that was a good sign. I was so wrong! It was pretty awful. The penalties were killers, the turnovers hurt, a missed PAT (who does that???) and the storied Defense gave up over 400 passing yards to Brady. In past years, I get a beer in the first half, wings and another beer at the half, and that's it. I had the world's worst waitress. Anyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I'm a pretty good tipper. Not only did I not leave this idiot a tip, but I complained to the manager about her. I said I had never had such poor service there. I got my first beer, gave her my credit card to start my tab, and never saw her again. Other servers were running around, making sure that the customers had what they wanted, asking if there was anything else. I finally asked one of the servers who acted as if she gave a rat's ass if I could get another beer. After 15 minutes, my original server showed up to ask if I wanted a beer. I didn't even bother with the wings, since she didn't seem interested to know if I wanted anything else. Twenty minutes later, when the score was 37-13 and I wanted to leave, she came with the beer. I said I wanted my card and the tab, and she shook her long blond pony tail as if she would do that. Thirty minutes later, she came with the tab, and I gave her cash, and fifteen minutes after that, when I still didn't have my change or credit card, I went to bar. I told the manager that she was awful, that I wanted my change and my card, and that I'd wanted the Bills to win, but two out of three would be acceptable. He apologized and said they were short staffed, and she was overwhelmed. Funny how it just seemed to be her, not any of the other servers. But hey, I will avoid her in the future. And it was really the score that was a disappointment, the service at the bar was secondary.