Ten years ago I had no idea what “Roll Tide” means in modern American culture. Now it’s a part of my life. The expression–its history and even Bear Bryant’s life story; someday I might even make it to a Bama game.
If blogging has done nothing else for me it has introduced me to America–all of it–not just New York, the NY metro area, New England, South Florida, Southern California–well you get it.
Besides meeting people from all over the USA and becoming intimately involved in some of their daily lives either through blog posts or email–now texts and the dreaded Facebook IM (hate all IM’s) I got up off my Upper West Side of Manhattan tush and moved to North Myrtle Beach, SC.
I did spend the first several years in a fog though a very productive fog. I wasn’t sure whether the ghosts of my parents were mocking me for making this move, wishing me well, or laughing at me. As they loved to do the last two….
My best friend kinda followed me to Atlanta which is an easy six hour car ride, glorious ten and a half hour bus ride (really) or 40 minute plane ride which somehow can take all day.
Anyway I’m now over the shock of the move–I somehow bought a house and renovated it down to the floors (from mud wall to wall carpeting even in the bathrooms to bamboo with tile baths and sunroom.)
I began gardening, another thing that shocked even me, and had a glorious garden. However months (or so it felt) of rain and/or gloom made it into Pia’s many many container garden of weeds–and five kinds of hot peppers because they’re pretty and I like them. Next summer I plan on planting all different kinds of grasses–even in the containers as they’re pretty, hardy and somehow I’m convinced weeds won’t take over. I did have four good years.
The garden is in a multi-level deck that resembles a tiki bar. Basically because before the recession the contractor specialized in making bars. He now specializes in “outlandish” for South Carolina homes and gives me a lot of the credit! At least I think it’s credit!
Before I had him make the deck nobody realized I had any grounds. Turns out…..(Pictures coming.)
The next several posts will contrast my life in New York with my life here (tune in the theme song from Green Acres) though as I remember it they moved to upstate New York so I’m not sure that counts.
I have a football game to continue watching as I think of my friend Bone who is probably tearing out his remaining hair. (He shaves it so I will get away from this analogy because yuck!)
Let me just end by saying that when I began reading Bone’s blog I went on a successful (if I must say so myself) mission to have a few others I liked read his blog.
The boy can write. He’s a storyteller in the grand Tennessee Williams meets Seinfeld tradition. Oh it’s no tradition you ever heard of? Is now.
That was an incredible part of blogging ten years ago. You could call anything a tradition and who could argue?
I realize most bloggers now offer advice of one sort or another. Irony: I’m a licensed social worker; I have written about rape, abuse, disability and politics and more. But now once again I’m a girl who just wants to have fun.