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.