August 4, 2014
We are currently (albeit temporarily) enjoying life as Floridians. Happy day!
On our trip here we stopped off in Charleston, SC for a little bit of sightseeing. Although the weather report forecast a 70% chance of rain we only got a few sprinkles here and there and weren’t hampered too much by the overcast weather.
We ate lunch in downtown Charleston and to my great delight we got a window by the table. I just love sitting in a place where I can engage in one of my favorite pastimes of people watching.
As he got a closer, the feeling of familiarity grew and I thought, “Now THAT looks like the kind of fella I’d like to be married to!”
And guess what? He strolled right into the restaurant and sat right down beside me! Be still my heart.
Steve had actually been sitting with us eating lunch–and watching people– when he decided to walk across the street to get some coffee from Starbucks. That’s why he was out gallivanting with the lunchtime crowd.
One of the stops on our sightseeing tour was the Hunley Museum where Sarah and Steve sat in a replica of a submarine that had been entirely man powered. This replica is from a movie set and is only 10% larger than the actual sub that held eight men. Can you say claustrophobia?
After we had viewed the actual submarine (which was displayed in a huge tank of water) and were walking with the tour guide through the rest of the museum. Sarah touched my sleeve and whispered, “Mom, I don’t feel very well.”
I glanced down at her and saw to my great alarm that her face and lips had gone absolutely white. I figured she was just a few seconds from passing out so I grabbed her arm and quickly escorted her away from the crowd and then sat her down and got her head between her knees until she started feeling less weak and dizzy. She’s been fine ever since—must have been some odd blood sugar drop.
After leaving the Hunley, we dodged a few more raindrops and went down to the waterfront.
We wanted to sit down for a minute but weren’t sure if the benches were too wet so Steve was designated as the Official Tester of Bench Wetness. Just as I was taking a photo of him in mid test . . .
he suddenly leaped up, leaned over and said, “See? It’s not that wet!” What could I do but snap the picture?
Steve and Sarah sat and rested a while . . .
as I wandered about discovering all sorts of new angles on loveliness.
Finally I headed back to my waiting compatriots so that we could embark on a few further adventures which I’ll write about in another post.
Of course I can’t close out a Floridian blog post without a few pictures of the Floridian grandson.
Nathan came home from work at lunch time today to grab a bite to eat; while he was here, he fed Noah.
After lunch, Noah figured he would snuggle with Grandpa for a few minutes and read him a story.
Unfortunately, the story put Grandpa to sleep! Noah’s face very clearly says, “Hey! How did that happen?”
He is one sweet grandson!
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.