As the season winds down, ideas for stories seem to be getting few and far between. I can continue to take pictures everyday because there is always something beautiful to point the camera lens toward. But I want to write every day – except weekends – and I worry about boring you to tears with just everyday errands and chitchat.
Today’s post is an excellent example. When I came home from town at 5:30 this afternoon, I still had no idea what to write about. Nothing of great importance has happened in the last three days – at least nothing exciting or newsworthy.
But to me, even ordinary days are extraordinary because they are taking place on the island. Do you feel the same way?
Saturday, I stayed home. Ted had to work – then he came in long enough to change clothes and go back to town to watch the Georgia game. I’m so glad I didn’t go with him, even if it meant missing “date night”. I turned on the game during the last 10 minutes of the 4th quarter – just in time to see Georgia lose to LSU in a very distressing way. Even I, knowing nothing about football, cannot see how they called an excessive celebrating penalty on Georgia. Even the one they called on LSU was questionable.
We had our “date” on Sunday. We took a taxi to church because rain was threatening, and the church was packed with members and two tour groups. It was the next to last service for the season at Little Stone Church. Vince Carroll is a wonderful minister, and I love his wife Molly. She is kind, caring, funny, and a wonderful artist. Molly has spent the last week packing all her art supplies to take to Florida, where they will winter.
After church, Ted and I ate lunch at the Gatehouse, then walked downtown for a leisurely stroll through stores, checking out all the sales. The Island Bookstore has everything on sale for 40% off, except best sellers and Michigan items. It’s a great time to stock up the condo with new books for next summer! We never did get that bookcase built, but next year the Horseman’s Association is planning a rummage sale, so we are saving lots of items to donate to that – including books. We also took a taxi home because of the weather, and I noticed for the first time just how full the apple tree was across from the Carriage Tour barn.
On Monday I went into town in the afternoon to seriously look through the shops for some Christmas gifts. That tree that I love on the golf course is almost at its peak, so I stopped to snap a picture. After scanning through the stores with Ted on Sunday, and with prices marked down all over town from 40-75%, it is silly to pass up the opportunity to pick up some great buys. My concern has been how to get everything home, if I bought a lot of gifts. But every store was wonderful about holding items until a couple of days before we leave. Then they will ship them to Georgia, to arrive after we get home.
I stopped in at Molly’s on the way up Cadotte to give her a picture Jill had taken of the two of us together and to get her winter address. It was the first time I had been inside the parsonage, and I hope next summer to be able to do a blog about it. It is simply beautiful, having been renovated several years ago. Again, I was struck by how empty Cadotte seemed. The street, littered with freshly fallen leaves, had the feel and look of fall. A lady walking toward the Grand paused in front of a wonderfully colored tree to lean down and talk to her dog.
I’ve always loved the curving road through the trees up to our condo. It’s like looking through a tunnel, and there is a tree in that tunnel that has hit its peak already.
The trees on the Carriage Museum property are nowhere near their peak, but they are getting there!
I can’t wait to get out into the woods again to see what is going on with the leaves, but tomorrow we are supposed to have another day of rain. And believe it or not, they are predicting a wintry mix or snow this weekend. We’ll see!