11/12/2017

Weekly Update 11/12/2017

On Monday, I went to a short concert of Johnny Mercer songs. Local singer, Roger Moss, and wonderful piano player, David Duckworth, showcased a couple of the most famous songs written by Savannah native, Johnny Mercer. Since I always include his family plot on tours at BC, I feel a special link to him. The music was outstanding!

Imagine my surprise this week when I received the MP proposed budget in the mail, and it included a $24 REDUCTION in monthly fees! I’ve been asking about this for months, but never received an answer from either management or the Board. I was delighted to see it, but am still put off by the lack of communication (with this and other questions I've asked).

Jane and I went to the annual St John’s Holiday Bazaar on Wednesday. The lunch is served in the Green Meldrim House, which is the house where General Sherman had his headquarters when he occupied Savannah in 1864 with the Federal troops. It is now used as the church hall. I look forward to a pimento cheese sandwich and a bowl of chili there every year. And to top it all off, the church ladies contributed homemade desserts, and it was so difficult to decide which one must be the best. The annual Holiday Bazaar seems to be expanding, with a tour of the church, and a “garage” sale included, in addition to the crafts, books, plants, and lunch. There’s a lot going on in Savannah during the holidays, and this seems to kick things off.

booths on the lawn between the church and the Green Meldrim House

oh my! those wonderful homemade dessets

inside the beautiful Episcopalian church

The annual Bonaventure Historical Society meeting / dinner was held on Thursday. I’m a member of the Board there, so of course I needed to attend. Not so fast! It was rainy, cold and dark when I set out to find my way to the Knights of Columbus Hall, and as I was about 3 miles from home, the light on my dashboard alerted me to the fact that I had a flat tire! Again – the third time this year? I pulled into a fire station, and got out to see if I could find which tire it was; they all looked ok to me. I waited for a few minutes and got out again, walking around the car, kicking the tires, looking for an obvious flat – nothing. By this time I’m soaking wet. I decided that I should just try to get to the Goodyear place and have them check for me. It was about an hour before closing for them, and I knew this mechanic wanted nothing to do with replacing a tire, but I convinced him to at least look at it. He checked the pressure and found that it was low in every tire, which (he claims) is not unusual when the weather turns colder. He added air to all tires, told me it was free, and I went home. It was too late for the dinner, I was soaking wet, and I was mad, as only I can get.

Friday was DH and The 90. Saturday was slow. Polka Dots, a wonderful little gift shop near my Publix, had a holiday open house that I wanted to go to. I often can find cute things there for gifts, and I saw some items, but didn't buy anything. I can go back any time if I want to, and I really have very little holiday shopping to do. So much of Saturday was sent just watching tv.

Football this weekend was terrible. Not only did UGA lose, and Syracuse gave away a big lead, but the Bills looked like amateurs (where was the defense?). Depressing.

But, in happier news, guess who’s in the outhouse now?