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She’s very vocal. The Yankee says that’s because of the Siamese in her. She makes different sounds for different reasons and different demands. Often, it is obvious. We are trained.
Often it is obvious we are trained, too.
And so I wonder what it is that she is trying to tell us. Or what she is thinking. I’m not anthropomorphizing here, I know they are cat thoughts, but I also know this means something:
Yeah, these things I’m sitting on are yours. So what?
I had a perfectly good late 80s, early 90s exposure to David Bowie. He was long since a thing, of course, and far beyond anything I could understand then, or maybe even now. That was part of the art. He was a kind … sort … a type of art of his own. I like to think that he was trying to tell us we all were.
It seems difficult to imagine listening to his duets just now.
Forsyth Park is full of history. It was created in the 1840s, and was, in a way, an original part of the future plans of Savannah. French and American soldiers camped on the site during the Revolutionary War around bloody fighting in the town. The French started building siege trenches there and, then just two generations later, the Georgia home guard drilled on the park during the Civil War. The town’s Confederate monument is there.
This is where The Yankee I visit every time we come to Savannah. We have a tree. We got engaged there and took some of our wedding portraits there. It is a beautiful place and has a lot of history, and contemporary vitality, too.
At a nearby novelty shop:
Funny t-shirts:
Late, late editions … watch the lights in these Boomerang videos:
We are back in north Alabama. We are at one of my mother’s places. Her grandfather built this house by hand a half-century ago as a side business. She’s done and had a lot of things redone. I’ve sanded generations of paint off the door frames. It is cozy and old and I’ve no idea how many people have rented it over the years. I think about that every time I’m here. Just something about this light fixture in the bathroom.
From what I’ve read that’s a pre-1960s light fixture. Maybe it is the original. Bathrooms back then didn’t always have outlets in the bathroom. And so if you needed to use electricity in the bathroom you’d reach to this guy over the sink.
Who were those people that were doing that reaching? What were their dreams and problems when they were here? What has become of them? When did they switch to electric razors and start using hair dryers? Where did they spend their holidays?
There’s a new place in the works. My folks have picked out their post-retirement home. We drove over to see it this weekend. The previous owners are moving out. They’re probably at that “I wish it was over and do we really need the last of this stuff or can we just burn it in the yard and save time?” stage. The sellers seemed to like lawn art:
I got this card game as a present. You get a random shuffle and your goal is to try to make a headline. Basically it is Mad Libs.
There’s an easy point system, or you could simplify things further and just vote on who has the best hand. The kids we played with, 12 and 17, were surprisingly good at the game considering how few headlines they probably see.
Anyway, it is called Man Bites Dog and it is a benign, family-friendly game. Much less emotional than Monopoly.
While visiting the other side of my family my grandmother brought out the instruments. These belonged to my grandfather.
I think she likes to hear me play them, she likes to hear us make music, she says. Or maybe she just likes watching us make jokes about them.
And how was your weekend? Uneventful here, but I was ready for uneventful. Wrapping up the term and long hours seem to do that to me. We did get in a nice run, enjoyed the weather, saw some leaves:
Look at these go, this is about two miles into a four-mile jog:
Saturday night, we counted our good fortune and enjoyed a delicious steak fresh off the grill:
Breakfast this morning.
That’s it for today. Come back soon for more show and tell.
