What do I Miss from New York?

I have missed family and friends from New York since we moved. There was one other thing I missed that only came to light during dinner. Chris and Steve invited Nancy and Ken over for dinner so we could visit with them. They were friends from our church on Long Island and moved to the same town in South Carolina about the same time Chris and Steve did. We figured they were going to the same church, and so they were! They became friends there.

111415 Ken Nancy Blekicki — Ken and Nancy

As Nancy talked animatedly, I realized I really missed the Long Island accent. How good and natural it sounded! Nancy was a stitch and a half, telling stories in her rapid-fire manner. To me she looked a bit like Diane Keaton, so imagine Diane with a Long Island accent in a series of comedy skits. She had us laughing loudly all evening. Ken’s speech was more deliberate and practical in a down to earth way. It was marvelous to reconnect with them for a full evening.

Our niece Barbara came in with her college daughter Amanda and friend Kylie. They were tired from their own outing in Charleston and whisked themselves off to bed. I may be mistaken, but I had the feeling we old fogies had more stamina than they did.

Charleston

Out of many choices, John and I elected to do a walking tour of Charleston with Chris and Steve. What a delight that was! Chris consulted the map from time to time and guided us by the major sights.

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As we passed a market, she pointed out the baskets for sale. Out of earshot, she explained that sweetgrass baskets were a hallmark of the area. Down the next street were several women weaving baskets on their laps and selling their wares. If I were a basket person, I would at least have checked out the prices.

111415 Woman weaving sweetgrass basket in Charleston 111415 Finished sweetgrass baskets in Charleston

Chris explained that many of the homes had two and three decker porches at right angles to the bay. The thin side of the house was the part that faced the street. Many homes had a door, like a formal front door, to the lowest porch. It tickled me that it opened from the outside into the outside. I always expected something a little different on the other side of a door. The rules of etiquette were strict. You could walk along and see people enjoying their porches, but you should not speak to them. It was fun to stroll there and peek into the small gardens, many of which had lovely fountains flowing in full view. I’m sure John took in much more of the history as we saw churches, statues, and commemorative signs.

After eating sandwiches Chris had packed, we wandered along the battery, enjoying the view of the harbor, Fort Sumter, tourists, and sea gulls. Before going back to the car, we went on Chris’ favorite pier where there are several large swings for the public. Also in that area was a large fountain with a sign that said no lifeguard was on duty. What a farce! The water was all at sidewalk level, the depression keeping it contained!

111415 Anne Chris Steve on pier swing — Anne, Chris, and Steve swinging on the pier

Sister’s Shower

We visited John’s sister and husband Steve for the weekend. I shouldn’t have been surprised by Chris’ shower, but I was. She is a very “together” person, borne out by the bathroom accouterments. The guest bathroom was decorated in blue and yellow, and all the toiletries there for us were in yellow bottles!

The shower itself appeared completely normal, that is until I was using it. I put the soap on the ledge, and WHAM! It jumped off and hurled itself at my feet. I know it was my fault, but it was a rude surprise, nonetheless. It seems senile showers are here to stay at my unwitting invitation.

Skates for the Birds

There was frost in the night, and I walked out on the deck to see a lightly whitened world. When I stopped, my feet kept going for a fraction of an inch. Wow! It really was icy! I could feel it on the railing and noticed frozen webs festooning the plant stand. After taking a photo of the frozen bird bath, I touched the ice lightly, thinking my finger would immediately pierce the film. Not so! It was solid! If I knew bird language, I’d put out a sign, “Skating Allowed.”

I was out of bed in the middle of the night and was drawn to the glass doors. I intended to sit outside and gaze at stars when it was warm, but I didn’t. No amount of persuasion could get me to open the door then. I could feel the cold near the glass and could almost hear the warm duvet whispering my name. Caught between the pull of sky and bed, I looked at the twinkling stars. Suddenly a shooting star streaked across the sky overhead. What a beautiful sight! It was much closer and brighter than any of the meteor showers we stayed up to watch several months ago. Content with my special night sign, I went back to bed.

Murder on the Deck

I was right there and heard it happen. I saw a bird flying across the deck, and THUMP! It hit the side of the house. Not seeing anything, I jumped up and opened the sliding glass door. The poor nuthatch was sitting on the deck, so I kept as still as possible. His body leaned way over, then he righted himself. I thought he had lockjaw when he opened his beak and didn’t close it. He listed to the other side, still with his beak open. I withdrew as slowly and quietly as possible, not wanting to scare him even more. Every once in a while I stretched my neck over the computer, only to see his body there, as still as could be. I was greatly pleased when I looked out and saw nothing where he had been. Evidently he was able to gather himself together and fly off.

The deck plants also had a tough time of it during the night. I woke to see the pots left for dead on the deck. There was no great wind that we heard, so I’m wondering if the baby raccoon neighbor Bob saw a few days ago was the marauder. There was no clue left behind – a mystery, for sure.

Lastly, I was facing the deck when I must have hit something on the computer that brought up the Dell webcam program. It mesmerized me, lured me in, if you will. There were all sorts of silly effects beckoning, each one more far fetched than the last. I posed with the jail bars but couldn’t find how to snap the photo. There was no mystery, really. I’d switched hands to use the mouse and forgot to think mirror image-ly. The result? Judge for yourself. I was alive and well, but I looked like death warmed over. E-jail is not for me!

My hair is not pink, and I was wearing purple.

Hot and Cold

There were days before we left on vacation that it was too cool for us to eat on the porch. I would remember that fact, not the numbers related to temperature. We packed both light and heavy clothes, including a winter coat for me. I used everything I took! In Oklahoma the temperature was 90 degrees in the afternoon, and in Colorado we woke to 19 degrees.

The morning after we got back to NC, I found the temperature broken. Well, maybe the weather wasn’t broken, but the little thermometer we’d hung on the bedroom deck was lying face down. In a way, it was a relief because it never worked properly. The silly thing often registered 20 degrees colder or hotter than it should have been. I would work up to a good shiver and discover the outside air was really warm enough to shed a sweater.

Perhaps we got used to colder weather, or maybe our walk to the creek warmed us from the inside. We had breakfast on the porch. It was a bit shocking to look at the garden, which was green when we left. All the green had disappeared. I missed everything except the leaves on the wicked wisteria. I rejoiced in the bare branches which have now quit reaching out for everything in sight.

Amy came over to visit, and we talked to our hearts’ content. I hadn’t started the clock, so we couldn’t see it and feel guilty about being together as long as we wanted. When she left, we found a box of mail on the porch. The post office held our mail, so there was three week’s worth sitting there. I couldn’t resist weighing it. I was going to lug the box into the bathroom, but it was much easier to bring the scale to the box. The weight? 22.4 pounds! I suspect Christmas catalogs accounted for 20 pounds.

The sun was shining on a cloud on top of the mountain, and Amy commented on it. The white looked like snow. I ran for the camera, thinking a photo would be my rebuttal to the question of which is better, the Rockies or the Smokies. Unfortunately, by the time I snapped the picture, the sun had slipped, and the un-snow was not as dramatic as it had been two minutes before. You can probably tell that my heart leans toward the Smokies.

Daylight Losings

Without my trusty phone, I would have been lost. Waking too early, I couldn’t remember whether to add or subtract an hour from the bedside clock. We were away when the time changed. I thought that was a good thing, because we changed time zones so frequently that I was never disoriented. There was no comparison to “yesterday this would have been three o’clock.” I simply consulted the phone and went on. We began our trip in Eastern Daylight time and subsequently went through Central Daylight, Mountain Daylight, Arizona never changing time, Mountain Standard, Central Standard, and back to Eastern Standard. There was nothing standard about our clocks at home. Electric ones were off an hour, and wind-ups showed when they died.

The first time I woke, it was pitch dark. When the alarm rang, the first thing I did was look out the door, reaching with my eyes to see the mountain. I might have imagined the ridge line, but I could almost feel it out there, waiting for me.

I had stayed up way too late, and the photo shows the way my sneakers landed. Don’t they look eager to walk? We had two long walks on the three-week trip, and my shoes and I were eager to get back in the rut.

Shoes say "Let's go!" — Shoes say “Let’s go!”

Home!

We crossed from Illinois into Kentucky for a compressed visit with my childhood friend Sue. We were physically there about two hours, but she and I made it last by texting the rest of the day. The two dachshunds were quiet after a brief frenzy as we came in. When John and I were seated, Sue brought in TBow, her son John’s Great Dane. My photos don’t show the massive dog in all his canine splendor. Just as Sue predicted, he accepted us after sniffing and leaning on us. He is John’s guard dog, a most protective animal.

John and I feasted on the special picnic Sue packed for us. We opened everything at our favorite rest area east of Nashville. We had barbecue, sauce, buns, slaw, potato salad, and apples. I thought I was getting a photo of the paper plates and special napkins, but it’s obvious my focus was on the food!

The trip that day was uneventful until we came to the gorge through the mountains near our home. Traffic crawled for a bit. We passed the scene of an accident – one car facing the wrong way and tons of policemen there. The crash must have happened some time before, when I’m sure everything came to a complete halt. We were most thankful to pull into our driveway with only a little Colorado mud on the car. I’m also wearing a bit of it, since the backs of my knees touched the Jeep almost every time I got out.

I gave John high marks for his excellent planning. We saw everyone we intended to see and took in the sights on his list, plus a few more. He thinks he drove a bit over 5,000 miles. That should make New York feel closer to me, since our usual destination is only 800 miles from our home. Good try, Anne.

The best ending came with a very warm welcome from the neighbors. How good it was to be home among dear friends!

Superman!

We stopped for the night in Southern Illinois. The town seemed tired. Despite a glitzy casino on the river, the houses and businesses had seen better days. Many houses were in an advanced state of disrepair. We were surprised to see a museum about Superman and a large statue of him at the county courthouse. There were tourists seriously focusing their cameras at the statue. We wondered what the connection was, and John came up with the answer. We were in Metropolis Illinois, and Metropolis is the name of the city where Superman worked.

Did you know that?

After I looked at my photo, I noticed the fence around Superman. Isn’t it odd that this bigger than life character has to be protected from the marauding hordes?

Kansas and Missouri

Before we left Colorado, we had to say goodbye to Janet and Tom. We needed one picture of dog Fanny with the group. She was a rescue with lovely manners. We spent a lot of time away from the house, but Fanny endured it beautifully. They would give her a bone and put her in the fenced courtyard if we were going to be out for a long time. What a welcome we’d get when we came back!

As we were leaving, we took one last picture of the prairie with the snow-capped mountains way in the distance. That was a short way from Janet and Tom’s.

There were a surprising number of working oil wells in Kansas. Most of the ones we saw in Oklahoma were idle. Kansas also had lots of wind farms.

Next to our motel in Abilene was a bowling alley. I loved the name — Tornado Alley Lanes.

John and I remained quiet in the breakfast room, listening to one couple from Texas and one from North Carolina. The conversation was amusing to me.

NC man said, “You’ve got a big state.”

TX people were originally from Kansas and upstate NY, but they chose TX for retirement. TX man said, “I know our state is big.”

NC man, “Whin you git thar and see mile 675 on a milepost, ya know it’s big.”

The TX/KS woman was there for her class reunion. NC wanted to know the size of her class. There were 5 students in her level all through grade school. She answered the next question by saying she keeps up with two on Facebook and has email addresses for the other two. We talked a bit, but we didn’t have time for me to ask how KS met NY. Undoubtedly there was a big story there.

Kansas, being a very flat state, was a good transition from the raw Rockies and our beloved Smokies. I needed a breather between the two sets of mountains. You wouldn’t want mountain overload! When I was writing about flatness in the car, we came to the Flint Hills section of the state. There were rocky outcroppings, and the terrain looked like the Southwest with mesas and washes.