While you were sleeping

Pinetree at nightRemember the dancing baby in Ally McBeal? The same thing is happening to me, but it’s an incredibly gifted circus animal. Twice now, right at bed time, I have caught sight of an animal that defies gravity. It appears to be a 26 pound Rat-Terrier. It walks along the top of my privacy fence.

I know. I should’ve given up wine for Lent again this year. Instead, I gave up, “staying up past 11 p.m.” Hey, it’s not as easy as it sounds. In fact, this very night I was staring into the darkness of my side yard, imagining the glory that Dewayne, my genius landscape designer, would bring forth, when I heard a bunch of rustling around. Naturally, I thought it was a burglar. I waited and listened, careful to scan all dark shapes for movement. It came from behind the privacy fence. I guess I’m just getting a little more tired than before. That’s what happens I think. I have been trying to counteract it with a natural health supplement that I found. It has been working quite well for me so far. I highly recommend it if you have been looking for a good one. If you would like to see if it is right for you, you can Review Here.

Maybe it’s somebody looking for a place to sleep for the night, I thought. I do live in the Historic District.

I waited, almost holding my breath. Everybody in my house was asleep with the wedge pillow. It was so quiet, I could even make out the sounds of Garry’s level 1 snoring.

I considered the family of ducks that moved in last spring. Either, the person passed out or the ducks are asleep, I thought.

And just as I was about to  go to bed, I heard, “Hiss! Hiss! Hisssssss! Hisssss!” The homeless person had stepped on four cats.

Got to be cats. A bunch of mean, fighting cats. But then, silence. My eyes watched the tree trunk and the yard and the blackness. Nothing.

Almost a whole minute later, there was a tiny scratching on the fence, followed by a pointy nose. It poked up and over. An over-fed roundness balanced itself and waddled away, an ottoman off to find it’s sofa. The delicate silhouette appeared and disappeared as it left, never wavering. Graceful and moonlit, it was fatter than my seven year old Sheep Dog/ Basset mix. And it was trotting on a one-by-two. Nose down, tail out.

He turned the corner toward the back wall and I went to bed.

Last night I saw him again. This time he was on my other neighbor’s roof, two stories up.  It was already midnight. I woke up my 13 year old.

“Come look, a magic dog is on Sonny’s roof!” I said.

We watched as the wire hair caught the light from the Georgia Power pole. It tiptoed across the very top of the roof like a witch wearing it’s hat for a nose, crawling on it’s belly and scaling the thirty-degree slope. More deft than the Great Wallenda. Up and back again. Head down, tail out.

“Dang,that thing can get in our house!” I looked at Theo.

“Mom, it’s way past eleven.” he said.


Vacation to D.C.

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We love to vacation. And because we homeschool, we can usually get away at times others can’t. I decided last July, standing on a dock on a lake in East Alabama, ( it was about a hundred and four outside), that it would be fun to take a trip to D.C. in December. I read about a trip taken by a family from Florida, who took the train all the way to Boston. Snowy mountains and Christmas lights kept them company as they made their way north. It sounded ideal. Plus, my artist husband, Garry, was scheduled to do a commission of Congressman Sanford Bishop.  So we took the train from Savannah to Washington. We would normally take the Atlanta to D.C. route, but I thought Savannah would be fun for a change. It was not a bad drive, except for the fact that the Alabama-Georgia game was on that afternoon and it was harder to aggravate my friends whenever Georgia messed up. Those back roads are not known for their internet connections.

In Savannah, our hotel was a Hyatt Place, (there was a convention in town and the inns were full). It was okay. Clean enough, comfortable. As I always say, the experience cannot compare with a nice inn!  That night we ate at Dockside Seafood. It had great atmosphere, overlooked the river, great spiked hot apple cider but dirty, yucky bathrooms. I think I am going to start checking the bathrooms first, then the menu.

Next morning, after our boring but plentiful breakfast at the Hyatt Place, we boarded the train and headed toward the capital. They internet connection only really works in the café, so if you don’t have a good book, or want to watch eleven hours of scenery, be prepared to move forward a couple of cars.

We always stay at the Omni Shoreham when we are in D.C.. It’s pretty, spacious, spotless, has tons of character and has great access to the metro. I love historic hotels and the Omni has been around since the 1930’s. It has an impressive list of famous past guests, (The Beatles, President Kennedy, President Clinton, Julia Roberts, etc.), plus a “Ghost Suite”. There were four of us and the spacious sitting area was nice, plus two televisions and two queen beds. It came with complimentary coffee service delivered at your selected time each morning and milk and cookies every afternoon. I loved that part.

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First time ever, we were able to have a guided tour of the Capitol via Sanford Bishop’s office. When Garry finished the photo session,  one of his interns took us through and showed us all her favorite details, ending with a seat in the House Chamber, watching a lone congressman debate the Fiscal cliff, with himself, for CSPAN. Fascinating!

Because I planned this in July, we were also able to get tickets to see the White House. The White House was beautifully decorated with decades of presidential Christmas photos, the 2012  gingerbread house, the Green Room and a very small person playing the most beautiful Christmas music on a Baby Grand Piano in the foyer. Of course, my boys wondered, “do they have snipers on the roof of the White House?”The guard at the end of the tour declined comment. Then I dragged everyone off to Mount Vernon. They were thrilled. But once we were there, we enjoyed the setting overlooking the Potomac, the period furnishings and George Washington’s farm. Did you know that George Washington was given a key to the Bastille? It hangs right in the hallway of Mt. Vernon. Pretty cool.

We also visited the Smithsonian, the Portrait Gallery, the bunch of other art galleries, watched “A Christmas Carol” at Ford’s Theatre and found the most awesome Mexican restaurant ever. We also ate Armenian food, Cuban food, Chinese food and ate at Lincoln’s Waffle Shop. It wasn’t as cool as Lou Mitchell’s in Chicago, but how could we not go to a place called Lincoln’s Waffle Shop? It was right across from Ford’s Theatre, run by a bunch of Iranians. Good service but severely dull menu. It was laminated, so I don’t think it will be changing anytime soon. My all time favorite restaurant find was Old Ebbitt Grill. It’s near the capitol. I love the ambience; velvet booths, beveled glass and brass chandeliers. Even the food was delicious. And I discovered Cinnamon Whisky Apple Cider. Yum again!

After five days of walking, it was time for home again. I will say that Amtrack has a lot of room for improvement. The staff is borderline rude, especially on that D.C. to Atlanta route. They always are. It could be such a genteel experience. But the server was too long in returning, didn’t bring drinks fast enough, and of course, seemed bothered by every request. He was a grumbler from New York. That kind of ruins it, ya know? There was another lady waiting tables in the dining car, who was very chipper and friendly. She was just perfect. Our sour faced waiter was almost treacherous. Too bad for us. I am going to have to get over that fear of flying, or else start taking the boat!

Going to Mexico in my mind

sma_sunsetI am searching Amtrak routes. Why? I hate flying. I actually don’t hate to fly. It’s just the thought of flying in a mile high Pringles can. With the right amount of Margaritas I could maybe look forward to it. Unfortunately, Margaritas don’t last for months and it’s the time leading up to the flight that freaks me out.  I have single handedly talked Delta into and out of non-cancellable tickets, four times, for the same trip. Once, we flew from Atlanta to Acapulco and drove home. It took six rental cars, one way each. You see, I am persuasive and imaginative. You’d think I could think myself safe. But, then I would be able to think myself thin….Anyway, as I pilfer the railroad routes, I find myself longing for the warm Carribean breeze of the Yucatan, where hotels are old monasteries, dressed in fuschia Bouganvilla. Or, I am sitting in waist high water in Playa Maya. Under the leaning palm tree, sits only a taco stand and a plastic table with four chairs. The water is aquamarine and it’s so clear, you can watch the fish swim past your knees.  It’s completely Gilligan’s Island. Or sometimes, my view is a sunset from  a tiled patio in San Miguel de Allende, overlooking the cactus and scrubbrush and faraway mountains on one side. Terra cotta rooftops and patios overhang scarred pastel walls of the city, in the other direction. Cobbled streets snake between  sidewalks,  half a person wide. Church bells ring in the zocolo. A tall stray dog passes me on the street. He seems to be in a hurry to get somewhere.