Boy, was he mad I took this, too...snort...lucky thing he doesn't read this blog...
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Boy, was he mad I took this, too...snort...lucky thing he doesn't read this blog...
Monday, March 30, 2009
In truth, it arrived last Thursday, but as I was halfway to St. Simon's when it came, I had to wait until I got home to open it.
I have a friend in Canada to whom I sent a hand-crocheted scarf (one of these days I'll post the photo of it) because it gets bloody cold where she lives and I thought she could use a bright, soft, long hug from Georgia.
As soon as I saw the pillow, I hugged it and then showed it to the boys with the stern admonition that "This is MY pillow, MINE, and you are not to use it as a butt pillow, or for anything else. No touchy!!" Really, you wouldn't think I'd have to say it...
Isn't it sumptuous??I couldn't do it justice with the camera - it's all moss and chocolate and gold and squishy...
Check out the mug - it reminds me of henna, and it's a good size for tea. And how about that? There's a tin of Arctic Wildflower Tea tea from Aroma Borealis that will go nicely in the mug! There's also an Aroma Borealis (isn't that an awesome name??) chocolate chai soap and lip balm (hmm...I wonder if I can get away with a three day bath??), and a chocolate bar aptly named "Lunatic". How did she know??
Thank you, Mizz R (I'll out you if you like, but thought I'd protect your privacy so you don't get inundated with requests for lovely, thoughtful boxes full of wonder), and I love you, too!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
We slept a little later this morning - poor Mum wasn't feeling tops when we first woke up, so it took a bit longer to get started. We skipped breakfast and headed on out, thoroughly pleased with our trip, already planning to come back, and anxious to get home.
Bird is fine - he's taking some sort of medication to combat the stomach bug and he has kept everything he's taken in down - mostly water and popcorn. He was happy enough to see me when I got home, but I wasn't as engaging as the computer NASCAR racing game he was playing...guess I know my place in the order of things! He did give me a very sweet hug and kiss, though...
I have so many more pictures to post, I think I'm going to write the posts and put them in January of 2007 so they don't take up a flat ton of space here. Whenever I get 'round to that, I'll post links, because I know you're just desperate to see forty different perspectives of the same lighthouse. Who wouldn't be?
I came home to a package from a friend* and a kitchen that should really have been firebombed, or at the very least cleaned while wearing a Hazmat suit. I decided that the package could wait until I sorted out the mess. Sinks and counter were full of dishes, food that belonged in the pantry, and trash...and the dishwasher had the dishes in it that I ran through on Wednesday! T told me "I'll do that in a few minutes", but I was too irritated to wait and replied "These have been sitting here since before I left and I can't wait another few minutes, they need to be put away now" and suited action to words. The sinks still have a few glasses and cups in them, but the dishwasher is humming along and the counters are clean-ish. I will get to the floor tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I opened my package** and grinned, then got busy shooting photos of the prizes for my First. Ever. Contest!!!
So - while on St' Simon's, Mum and I came across something, somewhere, and into my mind sprang the thought "Hey, I should do a contest where I post a picture of this something and see if anyone can figure out what it is and have a prize for it, and the prize should be some kind of thing from St. Simon's, but it can't be big or expensive or hard to ship because I'm lazy and broke." Even when I talk to myself I'm long-winded like that. Mum thought it was a fine idea, too, so we hunted high and low for the perfect items to give as prizes, something that reflected St. Simon's Island and my classy blog.
First, the rules. Wait...do I have rules? Let me think. Hmm...OK, I know - the first person to correctly guess what the something is gets their choice of one of the prizes. The second person to correctly guess what the something is gets whatever the first person rejected because it
OK, on with the show.
What the Hell is That?!?!?!:
The fabulous, unique, extremely valuable (I'm sure there's a tribe somewhere that would trade you an island for one), hard to find, never before seen on this blog prizes:
*there's a blog post in this, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
**It really was delightful, and you'll just have to wait...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
We slept a little later this morning, not waking until about eight-thirty. It was the bacon again, luring us out of our room on very tired legs. My left knee had a long talk with me this morning about how it felt regarding climbing that light house.
After a quick breakfast and a jaunt to Starbucks for a little extra caffeination, we made our way to the Maritime Museum/Coast Guard station, and East Beach (with a side trip through the Oak Drive on the way). I called T, who told me our son was sick, vomiting blood, and what should he do? Umm...call the pediatrician? He did, and they told him to bring the kid in. T said he would call me, and to go about my day. Right, to the Maritime museum it was!
My family is a somewhat seagoing one - my maternal great-grandfather's boat is still a light ship somewhere, and my maternal grandfather served in the Coast Guard during WWII. My maternal grandfather and my paternal grandfather had boats for pleasure and as a way to be rid of a bunch of pesky money, and my father still has a boat (although she does give him fits from time to time - she hasn't been the same since she got struck by lightning!). I love boats, the ocean, and combining the two whenever I can...which isn't often...so the Maritime Museum was fun. As before, I have many more photos than those here.
A plaque commemorating an incident off the coast of St. Simon's.
The menu was truly Italian, lots of the standard choices and a few chef's specials that sounded fantastic...if only I hadn't noticed they had chicken picatta, one of my favorites. They have a Martini menu as well as a wine list, but I stuck with water tonight - I'm not accustomed to drinking anything but the old H2O, you know? Mum ordered a glass of wine and the veal picatta, I had the chicken, and we both had un-sauced angel hair pasta on the side, and salads.
Friday, March 27, 2009
We were worn out after this stop, so it was back to our room for a rest, some reviving tea and cookies, and planning dinner. We quizzed the nice young man at the front desk, who helped us narrow down our choices to one - Catch 228. I have no idea why it's called that.
Total cost for a complete pig-out seafood feast? $41.70 before tip and with drinks comped.
The church itself is sweet - we didn't get to go inside, as it's only open in the afternoon, but there was plenty outside to enjoy. I thought it would make a fine place for an Easter-egg hunt.
We had a nice walk, shot more pics (only one-hundred or so, this time), and then decided we needed lunch. As with the fort, I'm only putting a few of the church pics here...the rest will get an entry when I'm home and not worn slap out!
(Wisteria was everywhere, and this shot reminded me of a fine old woman with flowers in her hair, dancing on the sand, graceful, beautiful...)
One of many, many photos I took of the church exterior. I adore the roof shingles!
Of course, on the way to lunch, we were distracted by a yarn shop and had to go in...and on the way out? We say the most amazing tree carving - apparently on several trees on the island, someone has carved faces where branches have fallen off/been removed, and we just happened to see one!
We stopped for lunch at The 4'th of May cafe, a place right in (well...near, anyway) the touristy part of town, close to the pier (our next destination). It's named for the women who founded it who all had the same birthday - the fourth of May! On the way in, we noticed they had an "Economic Relief Menu" posted - daily specials that came with a choice of one side, bread, and drink for under $7.00. Today's special was crab cake, but we didn't order it - we wanted sammidges!
Mum ordered the Cuban and I had the Reuben, and we shared an order of fries. Both sandwiches were excellent - the pork on the Cuban was cut thick and was quite tender and juice, and my Reuben was as thick as my thumb is long and served on their own seedless rye bread. The fries were OK, just fries. We both drank iced tea, Mum's sweet and mine half sweet, half unsweet, and it was well made and refreshing. We could have shared one sandwich between us, they were so large, and we left plenty on our plates, in part because it was a lot of food, and in part because we wanted desert - French Silk Pie, to be precise. We did share that!
The 4'th of may is a nice little cafe with prompt, friendly service. Their lunch menu is on the smallish side, offering a variety of sandwiches, a few soups (including home-made she-crab) and some specials, and a few dishes using locally caught seafood. They also serve breakfast, the standard eggs, pancakes, French toast that sounds yummy (Butter pecan? Peanut butter and apple? Save me!), pancakes and so on, and a few special items (Like huevos rancheros, one of my favorites!). Moderately priced, we both lunched for $26.59 before tip. We would definitely go back!
We headed to the pier after lunch, where we shot a few more photos and walked off lunch.
The pier and a fabulous twisty tree that I wanted to bring home with me and love it and pet it and admire it and pay it homage...
Can you see the butterfly? The dancing lady?
Continued...(coming up, the lighthouse, Gascoigne Bluff, and dinner)...
After breakfast, we headed to the North end of the island and Fort Frederica, our first stop of the day. There's not a lot of "there" there, but it's truly lovely - there was a quality to the silence that was almost Zenlike, a peace at odds with the purpose of the place, a military installation. There were a few ruins, some signs pointing out roads, alleyways, and building sites, and incredible trees covered in moss. The grounds were clean, despite tourists, and Seville orange trees were dotted about, providing a pleasant perfume to the morning. There were several places where I felt all goose-pimply, like I'd walked through a shadow, perhaps a place where someone lingered or past and present overlapped.
I shot over 200 photos! Don't worry, I haven't posted them all here...
An artist's rendering of what the fort may have looked like.
The plaque explaining the fort's history - enlarge and you can read it!
The fort as it is today...not much left of all those lives, struggles, tragedies and triumphs...an object lesson in the impermanence of things.
All that's left of a two-storey house, and an example of the huts that many people lived in while in the fort.
The candle-maker's house - or what's left of it.
The last bit of The King's Magazine...
...which isn't much compared to what it was.
The obligatory cannon (cemented closed to prevent shenanigans). There were three of them, and I have photos of them all, but not enough blog space to post them.
The remains of the barracks.
The burial ground.
When I get home, I'll post something more thorough (maybe somewhere else and link it here to save space and boredom for anyone not interested...I know not everyone's as keen on ruins and history as I am...)
To be continued...(next - Christ Church and lunch!)...