I believe I mentioned that during the time my out-of-town friends are here, Dearly Beloved and Miss Piggy have fled the city and are staying at the beach. DB was not impressed with our agenda: yarns (knitting and story), wine, and chocolate heading the list.
He has sent e-mails from the beach to show me what a good time really looks like: videos that Good Egg Son (a/k/a Dad’s Partner in Crime) made of his dad’s golf swing over the weekend. In fact, DB was so excited, he asked that I overnight a 20-year-old video of his golf swing “in case you’re out mailing something” so that he could compare the two. Sure… with company coming that afternoon and my last-minute errands, how could I resist going to Fed Ex for a nice visit?
But yes, I did. Did I receive a Thank You? Hardly. What I GOT was another e-mail with a clip he’d made from the overnighted video, asking me to compare the then and now. Gee, the girls and I had planned to go see The King’s Speech, but a 20-year-old golf video was so much more exciting.
Luckily, I spotted the difference almost immediately: he had more hair back then.
Back to the adventures here: I have taken my friends out several times to show them where I hang out in my neck of the woods for thrills: yarn shops, Chick-fila, pharmacy, grocery store. I wasn’t being pushy, since each visit was by popular request: more knitting projects, a round of fountain Diet Cokes, nasal spray, and bran cereal.
(What did YOU think post-menopausal women did for fun?)
Today included cultural activities:: a public art appreciation tour. We went out for lunch, then I drove around to point out some of the public art projects in our fair city. Birdie took photos of one exhibit in particular. Although the photo captures only two of the objets d’art here, there is actually a cluster of them placed carefully along either side of our light rail line.
The color of the works is indicative of the red Piedmont clay here, as is obvious from the foreground. Beyond that, I can’t offer any insight, but if you are an art connoisseur, you won’t need it anyhow.
Here is Art:
Tell me you’re NOT’ thinking Frisbee. Worse! And, if you’re thinking hamburger bun… tsk, tsk.
I’ll have more photos later. Unless you’d rather see the golf videos.