2/18/2018

Weekly Update 2/18/2018

The Lunch Bunch met Tuesday at Bella's, an Italian restaurant. It was great. It’s always wonderful to be with these ladies! Who’s the Butch with the short hair and plaid shirt?

Because the restaurant we went to was not far from Habersham Liquor Store (one of the best in Savannah), I just had to buy a bottle of chocolate cherry Bailey’s. And it went to good use as I did get my taxes done on Tuesday, too. Not my favorite thing to be doing, except that I live in Georgia, where my contribution is $0. I’ll be getting a federal refund, too. I never know how to figure it so that I break even, but it doesn’t really matter. My definition of being rich has always been - if I have enough money to do what I want, I’m rich. And I do, so I’m rich. The Bailey’s was rich too. I had a pretty good headache the next day.

Heidi had a “party” on Valentine’s Day for several of us who don’t have valentines in our lives. It was fun – we dressed in our comfy pajamas and met at her house for snacks, roast pork, wine, and wonderful desserts. It’s not the same as having someone special who cares about you, but it’s all I've got!

As a wonderful surprise, when I was at Walmart, pawing through the valentine’s day peanut butter cups that were on sale, I saw that the Cadbury eggs are on the shelves! Hooray! Only a few weeks and I can get those for half price.

Friday, as I was walking back to my car after being at The 90 for a drink with Kay after DH, a crew had set up to film a movie outside of DH. I think the title is Writers’ Block, but I don’t know. It was interesting to see the street blocked off, and people in costumes ready to be called to act. Many films are shot in Savannah, but I don’t usually get an up close look at the process.

I had a tour at BC on Saturday morning. The bus with 50 people was supposed to be there at 9 am, but they were a little early. Luckily, so was I, but unluckily, the other tour guide never showed, and I had to give the talk to all 50. I thought I would lose my voice from yelling so loudly so all could hear me, but (once again) I’m a trouper and do my best for the Historical Society. In the afternoon, I sat at the desk at the Visitor Center with my friend, Kathryn, to hand out maps and answer questions. This was the weekend of the annual Book Fest, a program that I have enjoyed so much in years past. I was too busy to attend this year, but I’m not sure I even missed it. It’s become so large, it’s hard to get into the venues to listen to the authors I want to hear. Maybe next year I’ll get back to it.

Last week on this blog, I sang the virtues of the coming spring. This week, I’m lamenting that I was happy to see new growth on the trees. Along with the lovely magnolia flowers and cherry blossoms, comes pine dust. It is a terrible irritant, and I’ve been sneezing and blowing my nose for a few days. It will only get worse. And my car suffers with all the yellow pollen on it, too. Two days after I’d washed it, it was covered with the fine yellow dust. Yuck.

As the temps promise to climb to near 80 this week, I packed away my snowmen stuff and dragged out the St Patrick’s Day things. I made a leprechaun for my outhouse. I’m getting a little bored with this outhouse craft thing, and this might be the last one I make (I can use the ones I’ve already created). I did not make any thing for Valentine’s Day, although for people like me who have been dumped and do not celebrate a day of romantic love, a shit house actually seems like an appropriate place for cupid.