3/5/2017

Weekly Update 3/5/2017

Getting back to normal with assorted lectures this week. In fact, on Monday, I attended two: one about the history of the Central of Georgia Railroad that was very interesting, and a learning Center talk by Dr Christopher Hendriks. As always, great! On Tuesday, I went to a bourbon tasting to benefit the Senior Center. Since I don't really do bourbon, I was the designated driver for a few of us from MP. Wednesday, I went to a talk by Jamie Credle about her trip to UK last summer. It wasn't what I expected! I thought it was a monthly offering from the CMA (Coastal Museum Assoc), but when I walked in, I found myself in a business meeting (and luncheon), with past meeting minutes approval, budget statements, and participating groups talking about upcoming events at their museums. Well, there I am! A Deer in the Headlights. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I stood and said I was representing BHS (which is true, because I'm a member of the Board there) and also I volunteer at DH (also true) but that I had no idea what I was doing there; I'd just wanted to hear Jamie's travelogue, which was following the meeting. Good work! The slide presentation was great, and it made me believe that I might still have a trip to UK in me.

W W Gordon and The Central of Georgia Railroad

gorgeous blooms outside Temple Mickve, where the CMA meeting was

Saturday night, I was supposed to go to a performance of Mark Twain Tonight at the Tybee Post Theater. I had just started to drive when I had a phone call (which I could answer in the car! Without taking my hands off the wheel to pick up my phone! How cool is that!) that it was going to have to cancel, as the actor had taken suddenly ill. So I just went back home. I hope he's ok. I didn't see anything on the news, so I imagine it was nothing major. I was disappointed.

Now I'm trying to get my mind ready to do some housework. Dave and Lisa are coming on Thursday, and I don't want them to think I never clean. That may be the truth, but I would like to keep it my own nasty little secret.