It's Called Relaxing

That's what I've been doing lately.  More than I have in a very long time.  Savannah is being just what I hoped it would be.  Warmer.  With lots of old houses and parks/squares.  And time - time to do not much of anything.  I have tried to get to at least one of the historic houses for a tour pretty much every day.  When it wasn't raining, of course.  Because I've become a real wimp about the weather.  If it's not the best outside, I just get out my book or my knitting and settle in.  That's what having time and time does to you.  If I don't get out to visit the next thing today, it doesn't matter.  There's time.  And, after all, I've found a knitting shop and a used book store complete with a Wheaten Terrier named Cassidy.

On the beautiful days - and there are lots of those - there's strolling in the squares and checking out the shops.  I emphasize the "strolling".  It takes a while to take things in properly.  And then there's the fact that people in Savannah talk to you.  So not New York.  You can't walk down the street without having most people say hello and how you doing.  And when you go into that interesting antique shop or that jewelry store or book store (you get the idea), you have a really good chance of getting into a conversation.  Sometimes it's about art, or Savannah weather or what's the restaurant you really shouldn't miss, but there's always something to talk about.

Perhaps best of all are the 21 squares the city is built around.  They were part of the original plan.  Every one has a different story about the past.  There are memorials to the Native American chief who helped the original colonists, to Revolutionary war heroes, to Civil War heroes, and just fountains with no particular purpose except to add the sound and sight of water in a lovely way.  And there are always benches to sit on.  My original idea was to sit and read, but I find quite often that I've forgotten to read and I'm just sitting there looking idly at the old houses and soaking it all in.

The other day I found a bit of graffiti on the sidewalk.  It said: David loves old buildings.  Well, he - and I - came to the right place.