1/22/2023

 

Weekly Update 1/23/2023

It’s over. It was a great ride, and I sincerely wish it had ended differently. I had a feeling last week when they struggled against Miami, that maybe this wasn’t going to be The Year after all. And they didn’t play well today. Congrats to the Bengals, who played a great game. There’s always next year. I’m consoling myself by staying up much too late to watch tennis.

The library book club was Tuesday. The book we read was The Recovery Agent by Janet Evanovich. We all agreed it was a light, fun read, but no one thought it was the best book ever. TLC is trying to start a new book club. The focus will be on non-fiction. I don’t read enough non-fiction, and when I do, it’s either a biography or an account of a historical event. I need to stretch a bit, so I went to the informational meeting. The first book is a short book on philosophy. It sounds interesting, and many readers that I’ve come to know through other book clubs are participating.

I attended two lectures this week. One was at TLC, and it was about the pandemic in Savannah in 1733. Although it can’t be precisely determined what caused the disease, the speaker had several theorys. The other lecture was at the HSF, and it was Jamie Creadle, the Director at DH, talking about her recent symposium, which included homes and gardens in Ireland. That was very good, as well.

Gas prices are back up to over $3 a gallon. The state moratorium taxes expired this week. I think I should be grateful that we had the relief for as long as we did, but it seems like a huge jump.

Friday, after I met with my Green Square ladies, I went to the Home and Garden show at the convention center. I was too early because I believed it opened at 10, but it actually opened at 2. I should have just gone home, but I rode the water taxi for a while, and then went back. What a disappointment. I’ve been to the Philadelphia Flower show more than once, and it is unbelievable. This show was horrible. I guess when Savannah has a HOME and Garden show, they really want to sell you things for your HOME. There were grills, kitchen and bath remodeling, off road vehicles, beds, sheets, fudge, cosmetics, hot tubs, patio furniture, and even Tupperware. And two small displays of flowers by some lame landscapers. At least I didn’t have to pay to get in. And I learned not to do that again.

I had already purchased a ticket to the Night at the Museum program before I realized that there would be a playoff game at the same time. I was pretty sure Jacksonville would not make a good show of it (I was wrong) so I went to the History Museum. The museum was open after hours, and the program was aimed at school children. Several historic figures in Savannah history “came alive” as we were acting as night guards. Without a doubt, I was the oldest grade school kid there! But I liked it.

Adrian is perfect. Sarah writes that he is not a fan of dressing in snowpants and boots to go out and play in the snow, but I’ve had some darling photos of him playing and sledding with his daddy. Sarah and Jack always find fun things to do with Adrian.