Georgia on my mind

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Serendipity!


Trying all day to find the right words to thank Georgia...

For her lovely visit. (After all, she wrote a poem.)

For teaching me at dusk to enjoy the honeysuckers by my doorway.

For sharing a part of her story with me.

For being a beautiful person.

For a wonderful book with a beautiful message. (Which, unbeknownst to her, connected me to my great great grandmother and reminded me to be a better person.)

For being a friend before we ever met.

For the anticipation of a future exchange--honeysuckle for scented geranium. Mmmmmmmmm.


But everything I write sounds schmaltzy.


Spontaneously, I drop by Reams--I rarely shop at Reams--to pick up a couple of things. At the checkout counter, I recognize the song softly playing over the loudspeaker:

"Georgia on my mind."


Thanks Geo.

Comments

Geo said…
Schmaltz goes great with figs.

Thanks yourself, and I am inclined to give you what may be the highest compliment in my repertoire: You're the real deal.

I've decided that instead of the master gardening class or free Welsh lessons this fall I should try to persuade you to teach me the fine art of graciousness and conversation, since you are obviously a Jedi Master of Friendliness. How about it?

(Now who's schmaltzy?)
9/6/06 10:15 AM
LuckyRedHen said…
Awe. Ain't y'all schweet?!
9/6/06 1:18 PM
dalene said…
Geo: Why thank you. But want to know what's funny? I was trying to think of one word to sum up my experience and also why I was drawn to you and that was it exactly: REAL

(But I'm still thinking you'd love the master gardener class.)
9/6/06 2:45 PM
Geo said…
c.w.: I have an important question for you: Do you have a RECORD PLAYER?
9/6/06 5:26 PM
Sister Pottymouth said…
From personal experience, I, too, can attest that c.w. is as REAL as you can get. That's why I love her.

Sounds like you guys had a great time. I think I need to read geo's blog more often, especially after reading her link to nie-nie's blog.
9/6/06 5:55 PM
Geo said…
Julie, do you know you're the only person on Blogger to list macramé bracelets and loom hats as interests? Also, I think you're drawn to me now because of somebody else's poop. How should I feel about that?
9/6/06 8:45 PM
dalene said…
Geo--Serendipity strikes again. I haven't had a record player for ages, but I just inherited my grandparents.' I haven't checked it out yet to see if it works, but I don't know why it wouldn't. Why do you ask?
10/6/06 2:18 PM
dalene said…
Oh and good point carrot jello. I obviously need to get these two together!
10/6/06 2:48 PM
Sister Pottymouth said…
Geo--yes, I have strange interests. But I have good taste in friends, as you can attest (having met c.w.). When are the kindred spirits getting together for the next seance?
10/6/06 8:49 PM
Sister Pottymouth said…
And is Dalene going to be our medium?
10/6/06 8:50 PM
Geo said…
julie: Nothing medium about c.w.--she's definitely on HIGH.

I grew up with a macramé mother, so I can appreciate such stuff in my way.

I think a spirit reunion is in order in the near future.

c.w.: Give your granny's Victrola a trial run and let me know if you're wired for lp's. You'll see.
13/6/06 12:04 PM
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