christmas in GA

I'm in Georgia, sitting with my gorgeous (and she really is) granddaughter, Alex, who is a junior in high school and planning on going to the U of GA in a few years.  We're in Chick-fil-A and my grandson, Garrett, is playing in the kids' section while we use the laptop.  Garrett periodically comes by to stuff a few more chicken pieces into his mouth.  Oddly, there is a giant cow walking around, giving candy canes to the kids.  Apparently the cow is the symbol for Chick-fil-A.  I've pointed out to Alex that this is not honoring chickens in any way for dying for us.

Alex is playing "Greensleeves" on her harp Christmas Eve.  She is good at that and everything else she touches, including school.  She wants to be an English teacher.  Yippee!! Garrett is a typical third grader, unwilling to answer any of my relentless questions about school, the basketball team he plays on, or the chickens he keeps in his yard.  Garrett just wants to run around and have fun.

Madison,GA is a gorgeous town in which to celebrate Christmas.  It's the town that Sherman refused to burn on his way to the coast because the homes here are too beautiful.  Anyway, I'm probably going to be too busy to keep up the blog this week, so I wish you all a Merry Christmas.  My best to all my friends out there!

December 3, 2010

I spent last week in Arizona, near the Mexican border. The weather was surprisingly cold most of the visit, but my son, grandson and I spent one day at Patagonia State Park, which happened to be full of cows. They were plopping large cowpies all over the paths around the lake. We had many near misses, shoe-wise, especially with my three-year old grandson. Oddly, many snow birds were camping there, sitting outside their hard-sided campers, no doubt dodging cowshit during the cold, dark mornings. I used to think that I'd like to do that whole camper routine, roaming around carefree in the winter months, but after seeing those folks sitting in their red canvas chairs with the beverage container, I changed my mind. I think all they must do is read, or fight, or dread getting back on the highway in one of those beasts, only to face the next site where you have to get the plumbing lined up. Probably good for retired truckers or pilots, people who are used to parking beasts.