Savannah - watch your step

If you go to Atlanta, the first question people ask you is, "What is your business?"

In Macon they ask, "Where do you go to church?"

In Augusta they ask your grandmother's maiden name. 

But in Savannah the first question people ask you is "What would you like to drink?"  

John Berendt,  Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil

Yes.  And whatever it is you like to drink, you can drink it on the street.  Or on many streets, anyway.

I was reminded of this open container policy on a recent trip to Savannah.  In downtown, you are allowed possession and consumption on the street of an alcoholic beverage in an open plastic container.  A container not to exceed 16 oz, because, you know, you don't want to be excessive.

I have never seen a commercial warning against drinking and walking.  So, you get a little unsteady on your feet - what could possibly go wrong?

Well, let's see.

There are the picturesque stairs.

The lovely cobblestone streets.

And the  nice brick sidewalks.

In fact, it seems to me the whole town is one big lawsuit waiting to happen!

I decided to keep my walking and drinking to coffee.

Well, mostly. 

This drink is a Georgia Peach.  I had only one and I did stroll around River Walk with it.  Strolled very carefully I might add. 

Of course, a couple of weeks later I fell on my own sidewalk at 9:00 a.m., so there you go! 

Sometimes, life just happens :)

Taking a Break

It was the last day of April and I was itching to tackle my to do list. 

The last two weeks had found me enjoying a solo trip to Savannah,

a short visit to Breaks Interstate Park accompanying Hubby on one of his jobs,

and a trek to the outskirts of Cleveland to celebrate both a 70th birthday 

and a 100th birthday!

It was loads of fun.  Now I was rested and ready to face my sparse refrigerator, dusty furniture, sticky floors and a myriad of other loose ends I had been letting slide.  I was also looking forward to a couple of lunch dates coming up with friends and diving back into my yoga practice.

So, grabbing my backpack, laptop, water bottle and keys, I happily headed out the door.

I didn't even make it to the car before my foot caught on what I can only assume was absolutely nothing and down I went.  It was one of those tumbles where you just have time to see the ground coming up to meet your face and think, "this is going to hurt".  I wasn't wrong.

Hubby had just left town for a few hours on a job so I hobbled into the house and called my son, who lives only a mile away,. He rushed over and thanks to him, I was soon settled on the couch, pain meds ingested, ice pack on knee and a cup of coffee next to me on the table. He knows my priorities.

A visit to the orthopedic office netted me this handy brace and a diagnosis of a non-displaced fracture of the kneecap.

Blessings can come in many forms.  This was all a reminder to me that the best laid plans can go out the door in a flash.  In my case, I'm not in pain and have a great support system, so I am kicked back and taking it easy. We will see how I feel in a few weeks.

I have been spending my newly acquired down time on scripture reading, prayer and journaling.

Kidding.  I have been re-watching Breaking Bad and pestering people on social media.

My Pom, Chippy, has been in constant attendance and that in itself is a joy. 

 

To me, every day is just a little brighter when you have a fur baby that loves you!