On the Other Hand

Returning home from three months in a place warmer than home is always odd.  Three months is, it turns out, enough time to bond with a new place.  Did I mention that it was warmer?

So in reconciling myself to coming back to a place with ongoing snow flurries, I find it useful to think a bit on the things I liked as well as on the things that I didn’t like so much.  Because, you know, no place is perfect.

On the one hand . . .

sign - warm biscuits

On the other hand . . .

sign - livers and gizzards

On the other hand . . .

Sand dune with dark sky behind.

Huntington Beach State Park

 

“Hey!” I hear you objecting. “How many hands have you got?”

As many as it takes, I guess.  I figure that whatever works for Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof is good enough for me.  So let’s carry on, shall we?

On the other hand . . .

Sign on stairs - stairs! not steps! - to observation deck, Amicalola Falls

Sign on stairs – stairs! not steps! – to observation deck, Amicalola Falls

On the other hand . . .

Close-up of spring flower

On the other hand . . .

Snake repellent and fire ant killer

On the other hand . . .

Blue knobbed whelk embedded in sand

Knobbed whelk

On the other hand . . .

ag - grits

On the other hand . . .

Marshy area near beach in ealry morning light.

Bulls Island sand dunes, early morning

On the other hand . . .

Driftwood in surf; dark blue sunrise sky behind.

Bulls Island’s Boneyard Beach at sunrise

 

“Hey!” I hear you objecting again.  “Those last two were both good things!”

Yes, they were.  There were way more good things.  It may not be a perfect place, but it was a perfect winter.

 

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8 Responses to On the Other Hand

  1. Tom Watson says:

    Perfect…except perhaps for the livers and gizzards. Not so sure about them. LOL

    Tom

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Tom – I guess it’s regional . . . I hope so, because I’m very sure about them!

  2. Marion says:

    Livers and gizzards and grits, oh my! Better you than me … at least for those.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Marion – My interaction was entirely photographic. I like hush puppies, but there are limits on my interest in experimenting with new foods.

  3. Jim Powers says:

    Love grits! Especially southern style with lots of butter. And, don’t spare the gravy.

    I thought stairs were a set of steps, no?

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Jim – Maybe you have to grow up with them. Grits, I mean. As for steps and stairs, well, yes – but these days, with step counters, “steps” takes on a much gentler meaning than what this sign was trying to warn about.

  4. Mary says:

    How does Myrtle Beach compare with Phoenix in your getaway experience?

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Mary – Phoenix weather is much better; Myrtle Beach is much closer and cheaper. This year I was busy working so we didn’t do as many things as we otherwise might have. We’re booked for Phoenix again next year, but I’d certainly look at another winter stay in Myrtle Beach. But the main thing, I think, is whether you know people there. It would be lonely anywhere without some social contacts.

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