Scary Junk

We found an antique store to browse on our One Day In Savannah. It's our thing - finding oddities among the antique junk booths. Complete and total enjoyment!
So just for fun on Halloween ... what is the scariest object in this photo?

Without a doubt, it's the Cymbal-Playing Monkey, sitting oh so innocently on the table. Here's what he can really do - it's not pretty.

The button-eyed charcoal child holding a box of chocolate covered cherries for her 'Grammy' is nightmare inspiring, as well. I think it's the shoes that really do it.
Just the right realistic macabre touch to give me the shivers.

And just for chuckles, this liver pill ad cracked us up. Especially placed next to the child's chamber pot - great marketing!


Cemetery Naps

We visit cemeteries. We even visited the graveyard in Charleston, SC, on our honeymoon trip. "Graveyards", the old folks call them. On our One Day In Savannah, the Colonial Park Cemetery in the middle of downtown was on our list of must sees. It's fascinating to be one of the living tiptoeing among the markers, monuments and memorials of the dead. Reading their life dates and their considering their parting words.

And one never knows if that glorious catching away might happen, right there in the cemetery, giving us the best seat in the house to see the "dead in Christ rise first". That would be amazing!
Some of these gravestones were defaced by Union soldiers who had too much time on their hands while occupying the city during the Civil War. I'm sure those up to such wicked mischief must've been teenagers...

Speaking of mischief in the cemetery...
We rounded a bend in the quiet, peacefully lush, consecrated grounds to find this:

Seriously? Really?? Is this the right place for a NAP? Yes, it was hot, and it was the napping time of day, but ... really? Could you? WOULD you lie down among tombstones for a little rest?

And apparently that's what they were doing; and you know I stared and studied them. They had made themselves fair game, after all, reclining in such a tourist stop - it's on the trolley line, after all!

Observe that they were not touching. And they did not jump apart when they (if they) heard us. (Close up lenses rock!) They must've just felt a little noddy. A tiny bit 'sweepy'. So unbearably drowsy.
"Hey, hon - let's just take five on this soft grass here, want to?"
"Yeah, Babe! Great idea - I could really use a power nap!"
"Whoa, there's a bumpy spot right under my hip..."

(There's a southern version of this conversation, but I'll leave that to your imagination. :0)


No Way Bridge

We left our island paradise, just for a day, to visit Savannah. It's only 45 minutes away, and certainly I've complained about missing it every single other time we've traveled to HHI. I thought that it would be making clever use of an awesome history opportunity to take our boys into a great old city like Savannah, but I was the only one who thought so. Now I'm so glad we waited to take this trip until we were on our own. What a great day we had! More photos on that later, but I thought you should see these two pics of an amazing (!) bridge approaching on the horizon as we were almost to the city.

Now I'm not one to be afraid of high places, in amusement park rides, tall buildings or bridges, either. And I did once have a moment on a bridge going into Cincinnati, but it was because of the crazy traffic, not a height issue.
There is that bridge going into Madison, IN, from Milton, KY... that one makes you form an exit plan.
Do you have an exit plan for bridges?

When I saw this one rising in the distance --- I had to start snapping photos from pretty far away. "Is that a BRIDGE?" ... "That CANNOT be a BRIDGE?!" ...
"What in the world were they THINKING ?!?!" ...
"Do we have to GO on it???"
And yes, we did have to go on that bridge. More snapping, LOTS of (panic-y) photos as we got closer and closer.
*are you kidding me*
I did have a PullOverPullOverPullOver reflex, but I kept it to myself.
I thought I needed time to form a new exit strategy for this size bridge - those of you who know my strategy know that it would not work in this situation, right?
Anyway, not good to prove oneself mentally unstable on the anniversary trip, right?
At least not on the third day out.



What I did on 10/10/10 at 10 a.m.
(Missed 10:10:10 a.m. by a few minutes due to a bad clock...)

On a warm and sunny South Carolina beach dock, I kissed a man I met 27 years ago. The one who pledged at an altar with me only me 22 years ago. My other half --- those halves being quite mixed-up together and helplessly inseparable.

He's also the best beach-chair toter around.

The tenth hour on tenth day of the tenth month of the tenth year of this century was pretty wonderful.

AND we had candy corn with peanuts, too!