Okeedokee. Since I’ve been encouraged to keep blogging, I’ll see what I can do. It’s not that I haven’t been doing things over the past month or so, it’s just that I haven’t blogged about them. This post will be low on writing and heavy on the photos. Enjoy!
Early in May I went down to
to hang out with some good friends of
mine who were in town to celebrate both a birthday and a baby shower. Lake City,
Me, with friends M and C
At one point we went to a brand new “Japanese” restaurant in
called Yamato. I put that in quotes because anyone who knows anything about
either Korean or Japanese will recognize that as Korean script. The “sake” on
the menu was soju and bekseju. There was also galbi on the menu. Hmmmm. The
food didn’t taste either Korean or Japanese to me (I had the scallops and they
were incredibly rich and wonderful) – it tasted more like a Korean/Japanese
fusion with an American twist. I hope they stay open as the food was
scrumptious… And it’s Lake City .
I doubt the owners expected anyone from Lake City to walk in and be able to read hangul. Lake City
The cover of the menu at Yamato: 100% Korean text
Several days later, Mom and I took a trip to
to visit the Georgia Southern Botanical
Gardens, a small but beautifully landscaped garden near the Statesboro,
Southern campus. Unfortunately, the day was overcast and dreary (although
luckily for us it didn’t rain), but I was still able to get some good photos.
Very pollenated bee atop a passionflower
And because you know that animals play a huge part in my life:
Mom and I decided to take another day trip – this one to
had my camera – my lovely and expensive DSLR – in my purse with my Brita water
bottle. Which I had, in my hurry to get out the door, not closed properly. The
entire contents of the bottle had emptied themselves onto my camera on the
drive to Jekyll
Island, GA. ,
and by the time we arrived, it was dead. Jekyll Island
I’d brought my point-and-shoot with me to
, so I was able to take
photographs. The point-and-shoot is a top-of-the-line point-and-shoot, and it
is useful in a lot of scenarios, but being forced to make the switch was rough.
The remainder of the pictures in this post were taken with the point-and-shoot. Jekyll
Then of course there’s The Old House (mom’s 1906 bungalow). She’s in the process of having some contractors do some work on the kitchen, bathroom, and master bedroom. In theory, she can move in once those three rooms are taken care of.
Progress, I swear! Left: paneling removed; Right: sheetrocked
Unfortunately, with the contractors tramping in and out of the house, we had to move Mama Cat and her kittens out of the master bedroom and into the A-frame. It’s a much smaller area, but it has three levels, giving the kittens a lot of new things to play on.
We’ve had a spot or two of car trouble. Not with *my* car (the one which shall soon be moving to
with me), but with my mother’s two vehicles, a 1997 Ford Escort and a 1984
I’m working on convincing my mother that she needs to buy a two or three year old light truck, since A) I will be taking the only reliable vehicle (2003 Toyota Echo) to Orlando in August, and B) a truck could get in and out of flooded areas much better than a car.
Flooded areas? Well, our “road” floods if we get a lot of rain, and this was the result of Tropical Storm Beryl:
Left: The "road" Right: Mom, wading down the road
However, the blackberries have loved all the excess rain, and are plump and juicy:
This past weekend I drove to Live Oak, FL to attend the wedding of a good friend from high school. I hadn’t seen her in ages, and I wished that we’d had more time to catch up, but weddings tend to keep the bride busy. Still, she looked great, and was positively glowing.
A and her husband C
Yesterday, mom and I drove to
to take my DSLR in for an estimate. I had
to leave it, and am still waiting to hear how much it’s going to cost to fix it
– or if it can even be fixed. After dropping off my camera, we decided to go
and check out two parks located right next to each other: Jacksonville,
FL and Betz-Tiger Preserve. While sadly devoid
of tigers, the area was a lovely marsh park. As soon as my mom buys herself a
truck (hint, hint), we can come down here and go kayaking. Pumpkin
Hill Creek State
Hunters hunt in the pineforests out by our land. We often come across the remains of their handiwork – but usually what we’re left is nothing more than a skeleton and some entrails. Most people around here do seem to eat what they kill. But not all. Take a look at what was waiting for us the other day:
Some asshole shot it, took the head (“Lookit what I done kilt - I’m a man!”), and left the body to rot. It was already noticeably rotting by the time we got out there, or we would’ve been tempted to try and salvage some meat. As it was, what a complete waste, and so disrespectful to the hog. If you’re going to kill it, eat it. Also, please don’t leave carcasses in the area where we normally let our dog run free. We can’t now, because he would love nothing more than to roll in some rotting pig juice.
And lastly, my little garden is coming along quite nicely. I’m planning to add some Mexican Petunias either this evening or tomorrow. They’ll go in that little bare patch on the left. And of course, I still need to dig out and mulch the rest of the bed.