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Snippets of Cairo and Thomasville, Georgia. 

Last week I learned to drive my friend’s stick shift car so we could take a road trip to see some of our friends who moved away from Savannah after they got married. We laughed a lot, played with their pup (who loves to bite, but is so darn cute we didn’t mind), went antique shopping, ate too much, drank coffee in the mornings, and watched the olympics until late at night. 

It was an adventure. I am happy to have a new life skill. I was anxious excited before we left since I had only had one driving lesson, but the back roads of south Georgia were perfect for practicing how not to stall the car. It felt like driver’s ed and I had forgotten what it was like to be nervous behind the wheel. I surprised myself when I decided to just go for it instead of insisting we drive my car or riding in the passenger’s seat for the entire trip. It’s a good feeling to be adventurous sometimes, for a person who isn’t always. Small victories.

An anniversary dinner. At home. Because it’s been far too long since I was able to be in my kitchen for fun, with wine and music and a fridge full of ingredients. Note Jeff’s face in the second photo. That is a first taste face. There was caramelized chicken with mushrooms sauteed in butter and white wine and herbs from the balcony. There was garlic mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. And after a nap there was the best strawberry shortcake (mother’s recipe), with fresh whipped cream with a cuppa night coffee. Over the weekend there was a date to see Casablanca in a theater downtown prefaced by coconut ice cream.

This past month I have been schooling furiously. I took a ceramics class and fell in love and I took a college algebra class and am happy to say I never have to take a math class again. I am patiently awaiting my grades. It is good to be back to regular life. Happy summertime!

This weekend.

There were two outdoor movie nights in the park and sketching/ resumé writing in the park, surrounded by strangers’ dogs. There was herb seed planting on the balcony and waking up to blueberry pancakes and looking forward to the end of my semester.

Right now the days are hot but the evenings cool down enough to make us lay our quilt half in the sun and half in the shade. We are at a funny place in our lives where we feel like we love where we are but it could change at any moment. So we have to be ready for new jobs/ new places/ new friends. It is all enough to make me happy to take a minute to sit in the grass and just be.

Some friends of ours got married this weekend in a little chapel with brick floors and a balcony window where we peeked at the bride before everyone else. Then we ate and danced and hugged and laughed.

p.s. this amazing stop motion video of the gorgeous wedding taken by a friend from church.

St. Patrick’s weekend spent in downtown Savannah is a little bit crazy. But when you mix it up with breaks for frozen yogurt, quiet nights on the balcony, sewing, and making dinner with the windows open, it’s quite nice.

This weekend marks the end of my spring break. ‘Twas good while it lasted. xo