Happy Thanksgiving!

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Temps in the 50s with a frost warning in the forecast.

I know I’ve already celebrated one Thanksgiving, but some occasions are worth celebrating twice — especially if there’ food involved.

The restaurant here at the hotel is closed today, and so I went up the hill to the Waffle House and had one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time — A ten-once rib eye ($7.95), but it was so tender and juicy! I don’t see how they get it so tender. I’ve had the same cut elsewhere, and it was as tough as shoe leather.

Otherwise, I stayed in and worked. I think I am the only one in residence, for I haven’t seen another soul all day. It’s very peaceful, and, as I have said, ideal for writing.

After all the care I took packing, I somehow forgot short-sleeve shirts. Oh well, it has been to cool for those, anyway, and I can get by with ‘T’ shirts until I get into town.

More next time.

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Awaiting the rains…

Heavy rains in the forecast. I’ve stocked up on snacks in case I can’t make it to the Waffle House for the next couple of days. (Temp in 60s).

Nothing new to report. The writing is progressing – two or three pages a day — but the important this is that I am satisfied with it. In other words, it’s ‘holding together.’

Cooling down for Thanksgiving – 50s. I’ll take it so long as it doesn’t “S.”

Going to walk over to the lobby for a coffee.

More next time.

Playing catch-up again…

It seems the more I catch up, the more I fall behind.

I’m finally settled in. The room is comfortable, nothing fancy, and as usual I have to back into the washroom. Nothing new there, and I’m used to it.

My work station is excellent, however, being right in front of the window looking out, and between two lamps.

The weather so far has been cool but tolerable. Today is the exception at 74F. It’s overcast and humid, and the forecast is for heavy rains starting in another two hours or so. I love it, however. I’m warm and well protected.

This coming weekend is Thanksgiving, so I get to celebrate the occasion twice. I presume the restaurant will be open, and will have the usual fare. If not, the Waffle House will.

I’m quite taken by the Waffle House. It’s crowded and noisy, but it has some of the tastiest food I’ve had in a long time. The chicken filet sandwich is spiced just right at only $5.55! It’s a brief walk away, but the exercise is good for me.

I received a note from home to say the snow clearing has started already. There’s one thing about bad or unpleasant things, they always arrive early or on time. Good things, not so much.

The writing is going quite well, and of course, it’s an ideal place to work.

More next time.

Around the hotel…

The temp being in the high 70s, I ventured out to get some photos around the hotel. The hotel itself isn’t very picturesque, built in the ‘rustic country-club style of the 1960s, but it is well maintained and I have it pretty well all to myself most of the time.

Much of the main building is taken up by the restaurant. It is large, noisy, and the food isn’t that good, but it seems to be popular. For me it is like eating in the Lincoln tunnel at the height of rush hour traffic. It is so dark that I have to use a flashlight to see the menu, and the noise is practically deafening.

Anyway, here are the photos: –

The hotel isn't fancy, but it is well maintained. Plus, I have it all to myself for the most part.
The hotel isn’t fancy, but it is well maintained. Plus, I have it all to myself for the most part.
The is a view through the window of my room. Notice the park-like setting and the Georgia pines.
This is a view through the window of my room. Notice the park-like setting. It really is ideal for writing.
This view looks down toward the pool I like working beside the pool on warm days, but this setting has no shade, and it is difficult to see the screen on the computer. Anyway, we'll make a stab at it.
This view looks down toward the pool I like working beside the pool on warm days, but this setting has no shade, and it is difficult to see the screen on the computer. Anyway, we’ll make a stab at it.
This is the back of the property. Notice the gorgeous Georgia Pines.
This is the back of the property. Notice the gorgeous Georgia Pines.

Hold the restaurant!

Temp. 16C.

Why is it that restaurants feel they must ‘entertain’ us with music — i.e ‘bad’ music? The restaurant here at the hotel is an example on point.

Last evening I dropped in for a bedtime snack. At the time there was the piped-in music playing; a live band somewhere else, and a woman singing both sharp and flat to a karaoke machine.

In addition, it was so dark that I had to use my pen light to read the menus, and when the food came I merely stabbed at the plate in hope that I would spear something.

It’s cool as you can see, but Monday is predicted to be 80F.

The hotel is quite nice, however, and I have it to myself most of the time.

GERRY’S MARVELOUS ADVENTURE – PART TROIS AND MORE

The advertising (Google, I think) put my destination at about 36 miles north of Jacksonville, Florida. Since the airport is 25 miles north, I was calculating a taxi fare of about $25 max.

$93 dollars later, I discovered either the advertising or Google was wrong.

Yesterday, I inadvertently left my wallet with both credit cards, plus my debit card, etc., at the nearby convenience store. While I was there I mentioned the name of the hotel I am staying at, and when I got back there was a call from the gals at the store to say they had kept it safe.

My ‘kina-jek’ (“guardian spirit”) must be working overtime.

GERRY’S MARVELOUS ADVENTURE – PART DEUX

My flight from Toronto was at 12:10, so I left the hotel at 9:30 to make sure I had plenty of time. Good thing I did, because when we (taxi) got to terminal 1 we couldn’t see any sign for U.S. Air, so the driver ‘Googled’ it. According to Google, U.S. Air had moved from terminal 3 to terminal 1, so I paid the driver and went inside.

What it meant to say was that U.S. Air had moved from terminal 1 to terminal 3 (which is about a mile away.) So there I was with my walker and luggage starting to feel the first pangs of panic.

Fortunately, A compassionate guy from Valet Service called in one of his guys with a car and got me to my check-in with 40 minutes to spare. Half of that was taken up in security, but I got there just the same.

Watch for Gerry’s Marvelous Adventure – Part Trois (Yes, there’s more…)