Walking Woody is becoming a bit frantic. I’m trying to stay “in the moment” as my yoga instructor gently reminds me, but I’ve always been a watch watcher…..and it’s running out. My days are busy and full and the punch list still gets longer and longer. So as I inhale deeply and exhale with a audible “Haaa” , I’ll rehash what we’ve seen, done and covered this week. Maybe I’ll just hit the highlights.
The Harlow visit was splendid…Swingin’ Soul at Charleston Music Hall was a blast. The Jazz Orchestra did not disappoint with hits like Night Train, Shotgun and a medley of Stevie Wonder. With a 10 to midnight performance, you know it had to be rockin’. Sat. carriage ride took us on a beautiful route through the historic streets…a bit of a deviation from previous trips I’ve taken. We found shutters for the Harlow’s front windows at a neat architectural salvage store and took a music lesson on Sat. afternoon (I did say took) at the Congregational Church. You know George can find some off the wall stuff to do. It’s called Shape Note Singing and was very interesting. As the rain poured down outside we faed and soled and laed and mied away for two hours. I mean, who would ever imagine! What a genuine experience. It was hard to top that, but biking around the neighborhoods and dinner at Gaulart & Maliclet (Fast and French as the locals call it) was all marvelous. It all was.
Friends and places are all blending together in a wonderful mix of what I’ll call one day My Time in Charleston. Thank goodness I’ve been writing a bit about these glorious days. My memory needs all the massage available.
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