Here it is:
“Oh Saye, Can You See?
For my recent suxteee-seckth birthday, I celebrated with my big ole’ modern family …
… at Savannah’s Tequila’s Town restaurant in Sandfly.
(Seriously? Can you believe they come hooting “Happy Bday” laden with tequila for the celebrant! Even though I had my large head prepared for an oversized sombrero and some flan.)
Post-tequila I received some neat gifts, but perhaps my Favorites came from five-year-old grandtwins Madison (inappropriately pictured above next to the tequila) and Matthew. Their mom let them pick out their gifts for me. Madison gave me a pink unicorn in a love mug …
…while Matthew opted for a brown bear that actually smells like chocolate when you rub it vigorously!
(Matthew is in an over-smiling-for-the-camera stage.)
Oh, they also each got me a large skein of yarn–yellow from Madison and green from Matthew. Not that I knit (who has the patience for that?!), but because they like to unravel the yarn, make giant spiderwebs and throw it all over the furniture and each other.
Thus, inspired by the tequila, when I got home I opted for a quick photoshoot to document my suxteee-seckth.
Moral of Story: the strangest little gifts ofttimes make for the biggest shots of … Joy.
Last evening I went to a fun but bittersweet farewell party for good buddy Ellie Covington (who is Texas-bound, Galveston).
After a torrential downfall forced the party onto the carport, the late-stayers ventured out onto the dock by the marsh and saw this …
(Do you see the second one to the right?)
Of course, we all had to get a little silly.
I quickly texted the pic to my fam and got this response from daughter Emily (mother of grandtwins Madison and Mathew) from the other side of Savannah:
“We can hold it too!”
The joyful promise of a rainbow!
May the excitement and happiness of children be with us all, especially Ellie as she makes her move to the next successful stage of her life!
Last evening, I grandson-sat Daniel (8) and Gabriel (5) while daughter Amy and son-in-law Orte went fancy gallivanting around town.
First, we played a quick game of basketball in the 110 real feel (Neal feel!) Savannah heat, quickly realized we were idiots and ran back inside.
Then we ate a hasitily prepared supper (I like the word “supper” in the summer south so much better than sometimes-pretentious “dinner”), consisting of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, and scrambled eggs and microwaveable bacon. (Okay, so maybe not the healthiest Savannah summer supper choice.)
Afterwards, I broke up a third fight over what level to play a video game (Skylanders? Huh?) and threatened pain if they didn’t stop. (Do grandchildren anywhere take grandparents’ threats seriously?)
Finally I suggested drawing pictures. Daniel immediately bought into the peace ploy, quickly pulling out the tools.
We went to work.
D and G:
To be honest, I think I felt more pressure since I teach as an adjunct at an art school (SCAD–Savannah College of Art and Design). Allright, so maybe I teach ESL (English as a Second Language) there. But still, it’s an art school.
Daniel’s first (of nine pieces!) finished work of the evening:
“Spyro Super Fire Balls.”
Gabriel’s first (and only): “Morning Apple Orchard” (which looks a little like “Spyro Super Fire Balls”):
(“This makes my hand hurt,” he exclaimed, upon completion–and immediately lay down under the dining room table to rest.)
My first work, “Spotted Dog with a Bad Attitude”:
The muses inspired, and the art continued to roll out.
Daniel: “Let me brainstorm on what to call my next one.” (Two second pause.) “Sharp Tooth Spyro!” And so it was.
“Mega Bolt Cynder”:
“Destroyer Horn Spyro”:
Daniel wasn’t the only one the muses attended to:
“Green Tree Circle of Life”:
When we finished, Daniel and I curated an art gallery in the sun room. (We barely heard Gabriel as he kept yelling from the playroom: “Stop drawing! Stop drawing!”)
At one point Daniel looked at me and said, “This is SO much fun! Don’t you agree, Abu?”
My artistic heart melted.
I’m trying to keep my brain healthy (don’t start) by taking different routes when I’m going places–driving or walking. (I’m not sure if it really helps or not, but it’s fun seeing new sites and recovering from getting lost.)
This morning, I thought I was driving back home (to historic district Savannah) from daughter Amy’s house (on nearby Skidaway Island) by taking a left when I usually take a right. (Is that a good idea?) “I think this will probably lead to Isle of Hope and then though Sandfly back downtown.”
But it took me to a small island I had not discovered before: Burnside Island …
… and a little surprise.
A tiny library! Miss Coni’s! Right there in a shady, wooded spot on the side of the road.
I was mesmerized so of course had to visit a bit.
I chose an age- (and brain-) appropriate book …
… and sat down to read.
Such a fun (and intellectual) way to spend a few lost moments.
In spite of this …
… I’ve had a Great Week here in The Savannah!
I hope you have too (wherever you are).
[P.S. Sometimes having a Great Week is simply a matter of looking for the Greatness in the Week.]
1. Fruits and vegetables.
(The yellowish thingies are young turnips. Yum.)
2. Deciding that to embrace the Truly Hip Person I am, I need New, Cool Socks.
3. Going to 1964, the (early) Beatles tribute show at the Lucas here in Savannah (a two-minute walk from my place), and getting a tad weepy when they sang, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”
4. Buying a new bed for “grand-dog” Spyro:
5. Hooting at grandson Daniel’s outfit for Nerd Day at the Savannah Children’s Theatre Camp.
Have a Terrific Weekend. I Wanna Hold Your Happiness.
MAY — an incredibly joyful month, don’t you think?
Five Reasons for Happy:
1. An early morning walk along the McQueens-Tybee Island trail (between Savannah and Tybee Island–10 mins from my apartment).
2. Grandson Daniel in his end-of-year Who Am I? Research Biography presentation. (He was Paul McCartney, btw.)
(Okay. okay, maybe I helped him a little with the tri-board.)
(He could only get such coolness from his grandfather. Seriously.)
The kids had to explain their research, poster-board-presentation-style, to the folks in attendance.
They do that kinda stuff nowadays in 2nd Grade?! Research?! All I did in 2nd grade was spend a year of trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to stop crying for mama.
3. Being a judge for the 2015 Savannah Authors Anthology. Such fun!
(I want to be a judge … full time. And get paid. Exorbitantly. Call me if you or yours need high-end judging.)
4. Getting 2015 Beach Ready.
5. Seafood at Safe Harbor in Mayport, FL. (After taking the ferry across the St. John’s River on the south end of Amelia Island.)
Safe, Joyful Weekend ahead to you all!