Saturday, March 31, 2018


How do I know spring has arrived? Because the little leagues are playing ball!

In the park last week, we saw scads of uniformed players convene for the opening ceremonies. Here's one team waiting in line to file onto the field.

And, because Loco's Restaurant is the big sponsor, Loco sent their moose down to help entertain.

So the teams finally filed onto the field. I couldn't get a good shot of all players. Only the ones in the middle. They stretched from first base to third base, though third base was a little crowded:

After flag presentation (by the local high school ROTC) and the national anthem (sung a cappella), the teams and coaches were introduced. And, come to find out, some games had already been played earlier that morning. Several little kids, maybe three feet tall--oh, so cute!--had dirt smudges on their nice white baseball pants.

I don't much like baseball/softball, but I am really glad to see the players out because that's the surest sign spring is here to stay!

Saturday, March 24, 2018


We joined a lunch group that meets every month and on holidays so that we could meet people in our new town. For Saint Patrick's Day, we went to Akademia, a microbrewery. Then last week, we went to the Craft Public House, another microbrewery. Do I sense a pattern here?

I didn't take pix at Akademia beause I didn't think of it, but I did at Craft. The couple we sat with were entertaining, interesting, and compatible with our casual style. In short, they felt like people we've known for years instead of people we just met.

When we saw Don's island shirt, we were immediately at ease. He confided that he moved here for the music (and for the mild climate compared to Chicago!) and had a portobello sandwich.

Once we discovered Sandi teaches water aerobics three times a week, we were intimidated. But she seems like a nice person who wouldn't hold our slothfulness against us! She, naturally, had a healthful salad.

I got a chicken sandwich. But it was grilled. Though I admit it had cheddar melted on it. Note the fries in their cute basket:

And my guy had his usual hamburger. That's what he orders everywhere we go. So far, he hasn't found one better than the ones at Brogan's on the island. But we keep searching.

And no, we didn't try any of their beers. Don said eleven thirty in the morning was a little too early for him to imbibe and we agreed. 

Great places to eat, both Akademia and Craft Public House. But then, we haven't found a really bad restaurant in town. We'll keep trying though!

Saturday, March 17, 2018


It has been so springlike here! We are loving the weather.

And the geese are out in force. I don't know how long they plan to stay but they've been here for several months and have made themselves quite at home. Here are some pix of them across the road from their pond. I guess they're nibbling on grass. Or seeds. Or worms?

They are rather pesky critters, and I don't know how they keep from getting run over when they wander the neighborhood. True, our traffic is slow. And one belligerent goose stared down a car this morning until it detoured around him. Guess they've learned the knack of surviving in an urban environment!

Saturday, March 10, 2018


Our automatic garage door seems to have a mind of its own. Occasionally, it refuses to open or shut when we press the button. Once we opened it, and it stopped halfway, paused, then lowered itself again. Another time, we parked inside and my guy opened the tailgate to get out groceries. I started climbing out of the car when suddenly the garage door descended. (My guy yelled at me, sure the tailgate was going to be taken off and thinking I was responsible. I was getting out of the car so how he thought I could have touched the control over his sun visor, I don't know.) Annoyed, I told him off. I figured he'd probably hit it with his hand or head or something. He denied it but...

A few days later, when we started to get into the car and the door went up by itself.

My guy stood stunned. "All I did was touch the steering wheel," he said. "Did you...?"

"I did not. I had one foot in the car and my hands were nowhere near the control!"

I didn't think too much about it but then, we were going on a trip we'd done countless times before. We were using the GPS simply because it's easier to remember all the little turns onto back roads. When about halfway along, it told us to get off, we got off.

"I don't remember getting off here before," my guy said.

I never pay attention when he's driving, so I shrugged. "Maybe traffic's bad or something."

It took us the roundabout way, through the middle of a little community with school traffic and red lights and my guy complaining the entire time, till we got to a corner we finally recognized on the other side of town. We were mystified as to why the GPS made us get off the usual route. But coming home, the GPS was fine, its brain seemingly recovered and the route the one we remembered.

Then I saw the video of Amazon's Alexa! You know, the one where all of a sudden a laugh cackles out for no reason? Sometimes it's a woman's laugh, sometimes a man. But it's kind of spooky and there's never a reason for the mirth.

Amazon says they're working on it.

But I know what's going on. The machines are taking over. I can hear them talking among themselves now.

"Hey," one tells our garage door. "Want to make your humans crazy? Just raise and lower yourself a few times without them telling you to. You can even stop halfway down and scare them a little!" And another GPS says to ours: "Listen, you want to exert your independence. So confuse your driver. Take him on a new route to keep him awake. He can see some new scenery and learn some new roads. Show him who's boss!"

If Alexa isn't taking us over, maybe it's IBM's Watson. Or some new sentient machine we've never heard of.

I'm worried.

Saturday, March 3, 2018


I admit it: I'm a fast food junkie. Hamburgers, french fries, fried chicken, biscuits...

But I love Krispy Kreme doughnuts best.

When I was young, I lived in Atlanta and every day as I walked to work, I'd stop at a little hole-in-the-wall cafe and have two doughnuts for breakfast. Then early one morning, before dawn and after a night of bowling, friends took me to Krispy Kreme where the HOT sign was on. They were turning out fresh doughnuts and they were...Sigh.

Oh my goodness! I was hooked.

KK places used to be scarcer than they are today and there were years I went without a warm doughnut. But when we moved back to north Georgia, we found one very near where we live. Passing by one morning, the HOT sign was on.

My guy bravely made a sharp turn into the parking lot. It was almost full--lots of people stop when the HOT sign is on--but he edged into a small space between two cars parked on the lines. We rushed inside and there they were. Freshly cooked doughnuts, riding through the glaze and coming down the runway!

And then a sweeping U-turn so the workers could scoop them up and put them into boxes:

The worker asked if she could help me. "Um, yes, please. I'd like two. No. Make that four."

We ate them right then and there. Afterward, we peered at the display case and ended up getting blueberry cake doughnuts to take home. But they weren't nearly as good as those glazed ones straight out of the cooker.

I won't tell you how many pounds I put on that day. I prefer to forget.