Adventures with Geannii

Saga of the Hat     Going to the beach at Tybee Island, we need a hat. Keep our wrinkles and lines just where they are, no adding family members.    At a flea market in Anderson IN. I bought a huge floppy monstrosity of a hat. Not my thing. I don’t want my lines making friends. It will do.      First day at Tybee Island, I realized I did not bring enough shorts for the beach. I went in search of new shorts. What I found was the perfect hat. White straw with a black band. This is me.   Twenty dollars later, I am wearing my new hat. I am a happy Professional Tourist!     My new hat is a tad loose, no problem, I have a sewing kit somewhere. (That was the key word somewhere...) Pam came to the rescue with her sewing kit. I put a few stitches inside the lining band and tightened it up.  After a few experiments with the breeze... and more stitches I had  enough to keep the hat secured to my head. Proof... I never lost my ha...

     Dollywood, Maze of Mirrors, Beyond the Lens, Pirate Cruise Dinner show, Dolly’s Stampede. Pit Stop Go Carts, Ice Cream Palace, Crave Miniature Golf, Live Sharks and Live Alligators, Amusement parks, and Bumper Boats. We passed them all we have one goal this morning. To get to the one and the only...  Unique Christmas Square.     Where to first?     The sign said, “Santa is in for pictures today.”    We can't visit Christmas Square without a photo with Santa.    I sat beside him, and sat on some really long old fashioned keys. I moved them and said, "I best not sit on these, I really don't wanna be magically transported to Santa’s sleigh and end up at the North Pole, We are going to Tybee Island."    Santa chuckled as he moved the keys to a safer place.  Picture taken.  Pam bought me one for my birthday, Today was actually my birthday. What a great souvenir as well as birthday present. We made ...

Day 1 Gatlinburg TN     Pam, my pen pal of many years invited me to go to Tybee Island GA with her husband John, and their #3 son. (My son’s age) We’ve met a couple of times over the years.  This could be a real adventure... or a real disaster. Only time will tell.      We threw  all our bags into the back of a pickup, the Tonneau cover had blown off previously. Our stuff had better hang on for the ride.  John brought along trash bags in case it rains.      Loaded up and ready to roll.  #3 son was behind the steering wheel. John was riding shotgun. John said, “I’ll be the back seat bellyacher.” Shouldn’t he be riding in the back seat? Just sayin’.    Not to be mistaken for anything other than what I am, a tag along. I chimed in “I’m the professional tourist.” I bear no responsibility on this trip. I'm not the planner, or the driver.  I'm along for the ride wherever we may land.    Pam rolled her ey...

  Watermelon    Mom said “No more watermelon for Jacob. He’s had watermelon the past three days and it will give him diarrhea,.” (or maybe he already had a bad case of it, I wasn’t paying much attention. You know how young mom’s can be slightly overprotective of their young.)    Two year old Jacob had a bowl full of cut up watermelon. I went to take it away when I looked at this kid's face. His eyes are closed in ectasy, his head is swaying back and forth gently as he enjoys the sweet watermelon juice sliding down his throat, his fingers strumming an imaginary guitar or whatever it was that went along with his pure enjoyment of watermelon.    I grabbed my camera, looked around for mom to pounce and jerk the fruit of happiness from the child. No mom in sight. Camera rolling.    He popped another piece of watermelon into his mouth, eyes closed, hand strumming as he chewed slowly head swaying to imaginary music.  Chewed swallowed.  No ...