Sunday, March 22, 2020

3/22/2020


Weekly Update 3/22/2020

A tough week. Everything is canceled. St Patrick’s Day in Savannah is a HUGE event, and it was all canceled. Everything is closed. I have no volunteering to do, and no bars to meet friends in. The New Normal, I guess.




I’m bored, and I’m eating. I feel that it’s important that I “shelter in place” and I haven’t gone out much. I went out more at the start of the week, but by Thursday and Friday, I only went out to walk at the Y. This is going to get old very fast. There very will may not be a blog next week, or in the near future, as I’m not doing anything and have nothing to report.


Stay safe!

Sunday, March 15, 2020

3/15/2020


Weekly Update 3/15/2020

I had a visitor this week. Caroline Cuff, daughter of friends from my past life, decided she’d like to go someplace warm for her college spring break. I don’t know if she doesn’t have any friends, or what, but she asked if she could come to Savannah. Well, ok. Luckily I had just entertained Jack and Sarah, so I had an inkling of what young people do. But lets face it, Allen is probably the youngest visitor I have, and whatever I do with him seems to be ok, because he comes back again and again. But college kids? I haven’t a clue.

So I planned the usual: historic places and sites. We took a tour of Bonaventure cemetery with my friend, Don. I thought is was grand and I think Caroline thought it was ok. We went to the SCAD Story because she asked many questions about local colleges and universities. She couldn’t quite understand where SCAD “is”, and to try to explain that the city is it’s campus is confusing. So we did that. We took the water taxi, because that’s one of my favorite things to do, and as we were walking along the river after the boat ride, we saw a dolphin in the river. That doesn’t happen often! We took an evening ghost trolley tour, too, and she later told me that was her favorite thing that she did when she was here.






Wednesday, we drove to Jekyll Island. We took the tram tour around the historic area and went into two of the “cottages”. We went to the Georgia Sea Turtle Center and visited the hospital where we learned a little about some of the turtles being cared for (most are Kemp’s Ridleys and Green, only one Loggerhead; I was disappointed – well, not really, if they’re all healthy and don’t need special care). And we went to driftwood beach. Caroline had hoped to go swimming, but it was too cold. It’s way too early in the season for me to even think about struggling to get into a swim suit, so she would have been on her own. We walked along the beach and picked up seashells. I was surprised that I could see the huge container ship that capsized last September, and still can’t be removed because of environmental hazards.  






We were back in Savannah on Thursday. She had read about the UGA Marine Center that’s on Skidaway Island, and wanted to know if we could go there. Well, I assured her it would take about 5 seconds to go through the “aquarium” there, but she was able to stretch it into almost 2 hours. When we got downtown, I made her walk through Forsyth Park to see the green fountain, and then we went to Massie Heritage Center. She enjoyed the native American exhibit that is there. We also went to the Cathedral because it’s lovely and I hoped she would like to see the inside of that. We had reservations for Tea With Mrs Davenport in the late afternoon, so we did that. We arrived too early, so I could take her through the house, just like I was a regular tour guide or something. The tea was interesting, and I think she liked it. And following that, we took the Savannah for Morons trolley tour. I think that’s the best tour in Savannah, but I know she liked the ghost trolley better. For our last evening, we had chocolate martinis at Lulu’s – that was a great treat!







Her airplane back home was Friday morning, so I dropped her at the airport and went to do my normal Friday routine – DH and The 90. Kay wasn’t able to get to The 90 this week, but I felt bad for my favorite Savannah bartender, Martha, because everything is canceled, and this would be the week end where she would make a LOT of money in tips. I wanted to support her, so I went for one quick Jameson before going home.

The rest of the weekend was pretty boring. Everything is closed. Hotel reservations at most of the hotels were canceled. Museums are closing left and right. The parade was canceled. On St Patrick’s Day weekend, generally you can’t even walk down the street because of the crowds, but it was like a ghost town. There’s also nothing for me to do, because so much is locked up. BC Visitor Center will not be staffed until April, and tours are canceled or postponed. I did go and open up on Saturday and Sunday, but there were so few people, it wasn’t worth my time to stay, and I left. Mostly, I sat home and watched movies on tv and ate. At first, I was skeptical, believing it was the media or the government that was fueling the massive fears. But now that we are all taking precautions, and more and more people are becoming sick, I wonder if this is truly a pandemic. And I wonder how long it will last.
I think it might be like this for a long time. 

So, to ease my boredom a bit, I bought a new tv – a Smart One for the bedroom. Naturally, I couldn’t get it to work, but after online chatting with an associate, I was able to connect to Netflix, Youtube and tv, and I also got my DVD player attached successfully. If I had a microwave in there, I’d never have to get out of bed!

One thing that wasn’t canceled was the Harry O’Donoghue performance at the Tybee Post Theater on Sunday night. He always has such a good show, and it still is almost March 17, in spite of what germs there are out there. They sold Guinness at the snack bar. I was able to keep up on Whiskey in the Jar. The jokes were really funny. Everything about the evening was great.




Sunday, March 8, 2020

3/8/2020


Weekly Update 3/8/2020

It REALLY rained this week. Tuesday was bad; Wednesday was worse. I had to be at a meeting, and I parked only a ½ a block away. By the time I walked through all the puddles and all the torrential downpour, I was soaked. I needed to put my jeans and socks in the dryer! The poncho that I’d bought in UK last September was worth every pound I paid for it, as it kept my shirt and head nice and dry. But I haven’t been that wet in a long time.

On Thursday, I grocery shopped because I didn’t want to carry all my purchases to the car on Wednesday. It was still sprinkling, but nothing that would drown me. I put a pot roast on the stove to cook, and then went to the BHS Board meeting, and following that, I met Kay at the Jepson for the lecture on the new exhibit opening. At the end of the talk, I remembered that my stove was on. I was pretty sure it would be ok, because I had it on simmer, and I’d added more water just before I left the condo, but driving home, I scanned the horizon for glowing orange sky in the direction of MP. Not to worry, it wasn’t even boiling when I checked as soon as I walked into the condo. Maybe this what I should expect when I only have my stove on two, maybe three days a year – I don’t know what might happen.

It wasn’t raining Friday, but it was very windy. When I got home from DH (no The 90 this week as Kay was working late), the signal light at Walden Park Drive and Johnny Mercer Blvd was not working (Also my cable tv and internet were not working, but I had electricity, so I was ok). I couldn’t believe it – well, actually I can believe it, because people are assholes – how I had to take my life in my hands to try to get across the highway and into the development! I had finally made it across six lanes, and was almost home free when a City of Savannah pickup truck didn't want to stop for me. I must have missed the section in the drivers ed manual that said if the signal isn’t working, you only have to stop for other drivers if they’re not as important as you are.

Saturday was a very busy day for me. In the morning, I went to a commemoration of the Weeping Time. On March 2 and 3, 1859, the largest slave sale in recorded American history took place at the former Ten Broeck horse racecourse in West Savannah, now the Otis Brock school. Ultimately, 426 men, women, boys and girls from Butler plantation near Darien and St. Simons Island were transported to Savannah and sold to settle gambling debts of their owner. The sale took two days during which time families were separated and scattered throughout the American South. During the entire time of the sale it rained, stopping only after the last enslaved person had been sold. A program was held on Saturday morning to remember. The most moving part was the reading of the names of the enslaved people who were sold. I was one of maybe three non-African participants, but I was proud to be. I feel this is MY history, too. Also, as part of the program, we had been asked to bring umbrellas, and we opened them for a moment of silence, remembering the rain. One lady in the row behind me had forgotten to bring one, so I shared my, in silence. I liked that, and she thanked me.





In the afternoon, I was at BC to help hand out maps. Because the azaleas are in full bloom, there are a lot of tourists (and locals) coming out to see the beauty of the cemetery, and I was there to help. In the evening, Barbara and I went out for supper and then to a performance of Man of La Mancha at a local church. It was outstanding! Not only was it professional, and the actors and actresses were marvelous, but I was also allowed to dress up as Don Quixtoe, wearing the Golden Helmet of Mambrino and wielding a sword (but I think I look more like a coal miner).  



Sunday, I was busy again. I walked with Kay at Forsyth, and we went for coffee. Then I had a tour at BC in the afternoon. Not only was my tour was crowded, but there were a lot of other tours going on at the same time. I didn’t even have time to nap before Jane and I went to fund raiser that featured a drag show. It was probably the worst drag show I’ve ever seen, but it was entertaining, and a lot of fun.



I remembered to turn my clocks ahead, but it’s confusing for me. It will be a few days before I can adjust.  

Sunday, March 1, 2020

3/1/2020


Weekly Update 3/1/2020

I had a very slow week. There was nothing on my calendar except for one interesting lecture on Wednesday. I have little to bore readers with this week.

But, there was the biggest fire I’ve ever seen. I didn’t actually see it because it was close to downtown, and curiosity seekers were asked to stay away. Videos were on all the news channels. It is (was, I guess) a large construction project at the east side, along the river, intended to be high-end condos, retail shops and office space. Now, it’s just a charred ruins. After seeing the pictures of the conflagration, it’s amazing that no one was injured! No cause yet, but it had to be a careless welder, or a spark from some tool. The first photo I’ve posted is one I saved from the news app; the other I took Saturday when I went downtown to see the horrible aftermath.





With little to write this week, I’ll add some photos I’ve taken of the gorgeous azaleas that are beginning to bloom in Savannah. These harbingers of Spring never fail to make me glad I’m living in the South!