Sunday, November 17, 2019

Thurs Nov 14 - In which we are bullish about ballast


Savannah, GA

We slept in today – it was such a gift!  It used to be that sleeping in for me meant 11am.  But now that we are on ‘boat time’ (as the sun dictates) sleeping in is until 8am. Heaven.  You know what’s missing from my wake-up routine?  The barking dog who lives next door.  It’s SO peaceful.  (Other than boat noises -ranging from weird alarms to slapping rigging – peaceful is relative). Also, there was rain last night and we enjoyed our little cocoon with the sounds of rain.  There was rain two other times but both times we were too busy being terrified to enjoy it.

The marina we are in is also a boatyard, where Big Boats are worked on.  We were pretty dazzled by the $75 million-dollar Blue Moon, and the equally large Full Moon, which were pulled up out of the water and towered over the boat yard and marina.

We took an Uber in to town, to a Starbucks so that I could get a better signal and get some work done.  Yes, some of us still need to work.  Fortunately, my job is virtual, and I have the most understanding boss.  Who is also my only devoted blog reader (not that I’m judging, those of you who are RELATED TO ME BY BLOOD).  Love you, Kim!

Hot chocolate and whipped cream can inspire real focus, so I had two really good work hours.  Then it was time to walk around Savannah.  I have been here with both my girl scout troop, and with Claire to visit SCAD – but Rick had not ever been (I guess this is not the forum to talk about who did most of the college visits – we’re a team.  A TEAM.  Must.  Remember. That.).  
 
The Girl Scout Mecca - I was here some years ago with my Troop

 I’m not going to lie, Savannah is much better with sunshine, but we still enjoyed the lovely squares and the old interesting buildings along the original wharf.  I know ballast doesn’t sound that interesting, but it came from all over the world and was discarded in Savannah where it was incorporated into the cobblestone streets and retaining walls – where it remains today.  That’s pretty cool, even if you are not a geologist.  AND, it’s perhaps the original recycling – rocks that were essentially waste turned into streets and walls!  Geology AND Recycling – that’s like nirvana for my dad.


We Ubered back to the Thunderbolt side of the bridge, and went to Tubby’s Tank House for buffalo shrimp and a local beer. OMG – can I just tell you about the spicy, juicy, tender, yummy little morsels that are buffalo shrimp… To die for!  Then it was time for a nap, and a little reading and blog writing. We really needed a break, and since Rick got the heater to work (it’s now 42 degrees outside), it’s a joy to be hunkered down in our warm, non-bucking, nest.

Note to self:  must remember to thank Rick for all the mechanical prowess, the charting, the weathering, the worrying, the tide tracking, the cooking.  I wonder what I’ve been doing all this time…

No comments:

Post a Comment