Life in Savannah remains about the same—warm, muggy, relaxed and friendly—even as the storefronts on Broughton Street continue their revolving-business roller-coaster. The squares are lovely, the moss is hanging and cocktails flowing—and I can't help feeling that it's time for me to get going.
Savannah was good for me, it was the first big change that allowed me to make all the later changes, some smaller, a few much bigger. It was the first big adventure, the first new place, new culture, new fears, going out there without a rope—-I will miss it: that moody, rough-around-the-edges spirit that welcomes kooks and eclectics and makes miracles of crab cakes.
I leave on Friday morning. I'll be back, but no, it won't ever really be the same.
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I really miss being in France today—aside from the jetlag (wide awake at 5am), it would be interesting to learn what Europeans think of yesterdays election and the as-yet-unconfirmed 'results'. I miss international news coverage BBC- and ITV- style. And the International Herald Tribune, I really miss it, especially Mom's daily obsession with the Jumble.
Kerry conceded: Now that it's officially a very sad day, I'm a little tempted to use that return ticket to Nice–and not just for the cheese! -
woo-hoo! All my belongings are safe and sound in the storage unit, and with some editing and creative packing, they should all fit in the rented minivan (not a uhaul truck, an actual minivan, much more comfortable!) without a problem. Now, just have to pick up the rental, get some maps and I'll be all set to hit the road….with some advice from my Dad, I should be in clover:
"Finally, remember when driving across Nebraska that it is considered polite to raise your index finger off the steering wheel to greet approaching tractors and pick up trucks, emphasis on INDEX."
What is it with dads and driving/car advice? -
remember to vote! vote, vote, vote!
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I'm back! What a journey (!), and it's really just begining…
The huge suitcases (2) met the wieght limit (70 lbs each) by just a hair–after I removed a few things at the counter into an impromptu carry-on. Ruby was boxed and loaded, tagged and transfered, customs checked, off-loaded and re-loaded, lugged and finally, let loose. To pee on our keeper's carpet. Oops.
Flying over the eastern seaboard at night—an unexpected pleasure–the lights of the city grids, harbors and highways were gorgeous —orange,white and blue designs on black out into the horizon. If only my seat mate had been so attractive.
Everything—-everything!—-is so LARGE. Cars, sandwiches, roads, buildings, –all of it, the scale–I'm thrown. Don't even ask me about the frightening muffins. -
It's been raining for two days straight—grey skies, continuous rainfall—today's Portland weather is much the same. Am I being told something??? -
Suitcases packed. Artwork packed and posted (mostly). Dog vaccinated. Closet emptied. Lease signed. Minivan rented.
All systems go.
Full-freakout time! -
This I just have to share. Wait for the download, it's worth it. Thanks H.
p.s. It's not Wahkeeesha, it's Waukesha—"Walk-a-shaw", but we'll just have to forgive them that. -
Seven more days until I leave for the States. Then, only a few more days after that I leave for Portland. Everything is arranged; flight, apartment, rental car, dog travel, etc.
Only I'm begining to realize it's the little things that I have yet to prepare for—I don't even own a winter coat. And oh yeah, I need to get a job. Little things like that. -
It's Mom's 60th birthday today. No big fanfare, at her request, but a few small celebatory touches to the day are planned. Like taking cover everytime she starts ranting.
Cheered up when she realized there were FIFTEEN well-wishing family members on this ONE phone call!
