the year after, I'm still adjusting to the march of time. Christmas finally arrived; we had our fine trip to Savannah and I've just come through the entire New Year's holiday without making it a holiday. Which is basically OK; read a good book, watched some television, and did very little in the way of work or exerting much effort at anything. So what's to complain about?
Really enjoyed Savannah, such a nice place to visit. We liked seeing the historic district, admired the lovely old buildings and heard the history of the building and the city; enjoyed it so much we spoke of transplanting ourselves to this 'new' old place. That's probably not going to happen, for several good reasons, but mostly for me because I hate hot weather and I'm too old to start over somewhere.
Christmas week end, Savannah was cool but quite pleasant until Christmas night, when cold and rain arrived. Then the day after it was downright cold and it snowed most of the day, not that it meant anything since the snow fell on ground too warm for the flakes to build to anything. But having it snow and not worry about accumulation wasn't a bad thing. We were watching weather reports about the world we came from, East TN and Atlanta, and worried just a little about getting back to these places.
It was still too cold to spend much time walking around outside, so we went from car to building, to car, to building, to car ..... etc. But the weather and the season were fine reasons for sharing a bottle of wine, or just sipping the hot cider offered at the Davenport Museum. If you get a chance to visit Savannah, I recommend seeing the Davenport house, eating at The Chart House (on the river) and spending some time at the City Market (historic districtl). There's no lack of good places to eat, or interesting things to do.
I can recommend MacPhersons near City Market, where a fine looking lad in a kilt waited on us. I was trying not to remember that he was sweet and kind because we're probably the age of his grandparents. Just another example of time marching.
As much as I enjoyed the old town, I know I will not like it in summer, when it probably feels like a boiling pot with heat and humidity that wears you down. No, I'll probably continue living where I am now (at least in this town, if not in the same house) and make these nice trips to see other people and places.
As much as I like visiting friends and places, it was really nice to get back home. Funny, how the familiar and boring become friendly and comforting when you've been away. There's no place like home, someone once said.
So now it's a new year and I have no resolution for solving all my personal problems. My favorite story has always been that every year I resolve to lose weight and save money, and I get them mixed up. Only it ain't funny no more. So tonight, with some determination but not the fresh new year high, I'm going to water aerobics. Then I'll go home and make a sensible dinner.
I'm sure that this is how most of us live and die--doing the simple and mundane things that we do. No grandiose acts, no glory; just plain living. Something to be said for just living.
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