Oh, weekend of plenty! What I desperately needed before the normal routine at work resumed came just in time this weekend. Perhaps, it goes even deeper. Perhaps, it’s what I needed in life right at this moment. My words won’t adequately capture it all, but I’ll make a go of it for my own records anyway.
Saturday morning, and I’m waking up to my frolicsome silver cat snuggles and my bearded love wondering if I might make him breakfast. I adore weekend mornings: thick slices of quiet near the ones I care about the most. Here we are with messy hair, side by side at the table. Here we are with the kitties fighting or dozing nearby, depending on their moods. Sometimes I am screaming at the top of my lungs that they are “driving me crazy” as they hiss, fight, and run laps around the house. Other days, I am doting on them. I whisper as Francis dozes by my breakfast plate, “You are the most handsome cat to ever live. You are the most darling of them all.” He ignores me no matter whether I offer criticism or praise, and I love him for it. I make K.’s eggs first, and then for me, a baked egg in toast and a mug of coffee. Continue reading “Songs from the Edge of the World”
Two posts in one day? It’s unheard of, folks! Since I finished my Christmas posts, I wanted to do one of the updates that I missed the most—my Thankful Thursday posts (errrr…a day late)! I like these most because it allows for me to ramble as I used to in my dear old lj days (Livejournal for you young ones). This was my first week back at work, and the students aren’t back yet so I’m most thankful I’ve been able to slowly ease back into the 8 to 5 routine. I’m missing spending every day at home with the kitties, but until I win the Powerball, I can’t be a stay at home cat mom. Here’s what I’m thankful for this week.— Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday from January 7th
We ended the holiday season with our second trip to Ste. Genevieve, Missouri. Last Christmas we stopped there for a day, and as we wandered around during their yearly Christmas festival, I spied the most charming bed and breakfast. Kelly and I promised we’d come back to visit someday, and I was so happy we went back after Christmas this year and finally stayed at The Southern Hotel. Continue reading End of December Getaway
Another highlight of my holiday season was our little getaway to Natchitoches, Louisiana. Last year, a friend of mine who visits every year was talking about it in the office, and I immediately posted a Youtube video on Kelly’s page with a “We have to go here” message attached. Fortunately, Kelly’s family saw our posts, and in December of 2015 they gave us a gift certificate to Andre’s Riverview Bed & Breakfast.
It’s been a while my friends, huh? As I’ve fallen horribly behind on the Savannah posts, I decided I no longer felt like talking about that devastatingly old trip so just know that I had a wonderful time, and let’s start fresh in the new year? It makes me feel better, anyway. I’ve got a clean slate again, and isn’t that the best?
My recent break in this corner of the internet was due to several weeks of holidaying, visiting with family, and mostly exploring the depths of laziness during my time off from work. I feel happily refreshed and relaxed. While I feel the time has passed to update you on Savannah, I will bring you up to speed on a few recent good times that made my December memorable. This is only going to be a series of three posts so no worries that I will give up this time! Then, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled ramblings. Continue reading It’s the Good Life
On our second day in Savannah, we move on to a new place to rest our heads. The outside of the Thunderbird Inn resembles every travel postcard that I’ve seen from the 1960s. It’s known as the “hippest hotel in Savannah.” Oldies music is softly piped in the parking lot, outside the grounds. The lobby is the first dose of fun with its brightly colored plastic chairs. A darling handmade sign offers free lemonade and popcorn to guests. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part II)
As usual, I wake up before my sleeping K. I scroll through my phone and fidget as long as I can before I can no longer take it. I think it is possible I might die of boredom by the time he gets up so I’ll have to find something to entertain myself. Our room is messy—a reflection of a late night, early morning and a bottle of wine. The suitcases are on the floor, spread open like novels, clothes strewn throughout the room. I throw open the French doors and head out in my pajamas. My hair is standing on end, but I don’t care. I am embracing my Mom’s philosophy that stuck when I was a fat seventeen year old, afraid to venture out to the beach in a swimsuit. She said, “To Hell with them, Sarah. None of these people will ever see you again. Life’s too short.” I grab my camera off the nightstand before wandering out, “to Hell with them.”
This will be the only hour of the day that isn’t sweltering. I will even venture to claim that it “feels good.” It is blissfully quiet. Silence only echoes this way after a night of revelry. The sky is a suggestive soft pink; it holds the promise of happiness after several of my darker weeks. Lately, I’ve been confused and restless, but this morning on the river feels better, more meaningful. It isn’t manufactured calm like when my bones loosen after swallowing one of my anxiety pills. It doesn’t feel like I’m swimming underwater and everyone else is speaking to me in garbled voices. A group runs along the river, and there is a decisive rhythm to their steps. I lean on the rail and watch a tugboat churn down the river, slow and stubborn like a bumblebee. Our neighbor comes out on their balcony, and her face is puffy, swollen with sleep. I imagine I look the same way, and we nod at each other. She stands closely enough that I could reach across and touch her, but instead of contrived small talk, we both are anchored, silently watching the boat until it disappears behind a building. I run inside and wake up Kelly to tell him mercilessly what he’s missed. “You’re wasting your day,” I admonish like an old Grandmother. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day Two (Part I)
I can’t believe Kelly and I celebrated our two year anniversary last week! Time does fly when you’re having fun. While we’ve faced a lot of hard times together this year with different health issues, through those difficult moments, I think we’ve both gained an even stronger appreciation for our marriage and friendship. There is no one I would rather have by my side throughout my life.
We both love traveling, and Kelly planned a wonderful vacation for us. We focused our trip on several southern cities. In Georgia, we spent the most time in Savannah, and then had a brief stopover in Helen. We also spent an evening and a day in Charleston, South Carolina. This was my third visit to Savannah and Kelly’s first. Years ago, I read John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and after, I had to visit. Even though it was my third time, I would go a fourth time in a heartbeat! Savannah is one of my favorite cities I’ve visited, and I’m convinced it’s the most beautiful city in the south. There is so much to do, and Kelly and I found tons of things to explore that I hadn’t seen in my two previous visits. Of course, there were also some old favorites that I went back to see, too. I’d also been to Charleston once before, but that time, I had strictly done the beach so I was excited to go with Kelly (his first visit) and explore more of the city. We had both never been to Helen, Georgia, and what a treat that turned out to be! I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’d never even known there were mountains in Georgia. I guess I should probably look at a map once in a blue moon since middle school. I’m most ashamed because I love Georgia so much. Every time I visit or even pass through that state, I find the people to be the most gracious I’ve met. I think the state is beautiful, and there is so much history there. There’s always been something that speaks to me in Georgia, and I’d gladly move or retire there someday. Continue reading Sweet Savannah: Travel Post Day One
Happy Halloeve, guys! So I should probably just change these entries to “Thankful Friday” instead of “Thankful Thursday” because it seems as if I can never get this posted in time. I know you all will all understand. Life happens. Plus, just like last week, Kelly and I had a date night so it couldn’t be helped. We went to the University of Memphis to see David Sedaris do a reading. As I mentioned over on Facebook yesterday, I was first introduced to David’s work via audio book on a road trip to New Mexico. Kelly and I listened to three of his books on the way. I’m sure they’re great to read, too, but man was he funny doing his own reading. He is even more delightful to see in person reading his work. We had fifth row seats which were excellent! If you’ve got a road trip coming up, and you haven’t discovered Sedaris, get the audio books. You can thank me later. So besides the amazing evening we spent yesterday laughing so hard listening to him (seriously, the entire audience laughed through the entire event), here’s the other good things and thankful moments of my week. Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday for October 29th
Happy Friday, friends! I hope everyone enjoyed their week. Yesterday was a little hectic so I didn’t get a chance to post my usual “Thankful Thursday” update. Kelly and I had tickets to the Avett Brothers at the Convocation Center so we were busy with that last night.
The Avett Brothers are one of my favorite bands, but I think I’m one of the only people that wasn’t overly blown away with the show in Jonesboro last night. Our seats were good, but the sound in the Convo seemed a little off or something. Maybe it’s where we were at in relation to the speakers. Maybe it’s that I kept comparing last night’s show to the intimate, stripped down show at Mud Island in Memphis a few years ago that was so incredible. Plus, I felt like some of the show just seemed a little contrived. I dunno, that’s just my opinion. I still love the band and their music, and even a less than perfect show by them is still pretty good.