TRAVEL BROADENS YOUR HORIZONS

Post last updated: October 10th, 2018

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Callaway Gardens

I’ve heard it said that travels broadens your mind, or your horizons or something along those lines. What they don’t tell you is what it does to your eyebrows. During my visit to see Miss Priss, I made a few discoveries that had my eyebrows shooting for my hairline. Let me know if you think it’s possible that (1) I spend too much time engrossed in the subject of gardening, and (2) harmless insanity might run in my family.

The day we visited Callaway Gardens, we stopped for lunch in Discovery Cafe, one of Callaway’s nine choices for dining. I could not find a “condiments bar” like you find at Chick-Fil-A and other fast food chains. All I wanted was a fork. As I stood there surveying the entire room, I finally saw a guy getting a fork from a dispenser mounted on a support column. If I hadn’t seen the fork tumble from the dispenser into his hand, I may have resorted to eating my salad with my fingers because I would have never ever looked on an architectural column for a fork. Especially a fork from a dispenser. You know you need to get off your block more often when you experience a moment of awe over a dispenser for plastic tableware. How many of you have seen such a thing?

The other and probably most momentous discovery involved Miss Priss’ diagnosis of my mental clarity. You’ll recall from Rock Hunting that she has a tea towel she hauls out when I visit. The one about parading crazy relatives on the front porch. Plus, she introduces me to people I’ve never met as her crazy sister. Why not let them form their own opinion? I might come off as delightfully eccentric rather than CRAZY. After one of my conversations with Priss, I’m not so sure about her sanity either. I complained that the humongous aquarium in her foyer had only one fish who was lonely.

“I know. I tell my husband the same thing about his foosh.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Foosh?!”

“He has to be a foosh, don’t you think, since the word fish usually refers to more than one?”

I didn’t say another word but I was thinking, “And she calls me crazy.”

22 thoughts on “TRAVEL BROADENS YOUR HORIZONS”

  1. I love, love, love all your columns — and you’re no more crazy than the rest of us.

  2. My Dear, Linda, I must say, you are a hoot! I was laughing so hard reading today’s blog, my husband asked if I was OK!!! As one crazy to another, I don’t think we are crazy (that may be a sign)… I prefer, as you, eccentric.
    Now, regarding the “foosh”… I only see foosh when the gin bottle comes out. I’m just sayin’…
    BB

    1. Becky, I’m worried that it may, indeed, be a sign that we don’t see each other as crazies. For instance, my sister didn’t seem to think her terminology for a single fish was crazy. It could be that we are so far gone we don’t even know it. Your gin and my sister’s wine. My my, the things ya’ll see under the influence.

  3. I have never heard of a fork dispenser but then I don’t get far from home. Crazy is just a word used by some to explain why someone sees things differently than themselves. Do crazy people know they are crazy? Certain families are odder than others for sure. I try to to stick to my own kin cause they think I’m real smart since I moved to the city years ago. My dear Mother had dementia (different from crazy)and she was placed in an Alzheimers unit for observation. After several weeks, when I came to visit, she leaned over and whispered to me, “Honey, I’ve noticed that everybody here is crazy except you and me.” 🙂

    1. Linda — Too funny about your mother. She recognized those who saw differently than she did. Now that you mention it, I have been told that I have a different “perspective” on life but it apparently leads others to believe I’m crazy. Could be the other way around, huh? Now I’ve got TWO who haven’t encountered fork dispensers. Here’s what they look like: http://www.instawares.com/smart-stock-fork-dispenser.dixssfdsp06.0.7.htm

  4. Actually, I see an awful lot all by myself…no drink needed. Anyway, we can all be happy in “our” world and none of us will care ’cause we are all in it together!!
    BB

  5. I thought everyone knew that forks were dispensed from architectural columns! And I don’t think your sister is crazy, but she definitely is a little fishy.

  6. Sister,
    You are eccentrically crazy! I on the other hand am devious. I started calling the one fish a Foosh as a way to shame my husband into getting the parts he needs to get the fish tank back in equilibrium so that we can add more fish. Obviously, my deviousness has not worked, because we still have only one Foosh. By the way, did we show you how well-trained Foosh is? When we gently tap on the aquarium with the food container, he/she comes swimmingly fast to the corner where we put the food in. I can’t train my dog to come on command, but I can train a Foosh!

  7. I think all of you are orbiting the crooked moon including myself when I get with my sister. Jones can get me in the craziest predicaments. I was in Mexico and decided to bring her some seeds and nearly ended up in the glamour slammer. I didn’t realize I couldn’t bring seeds back. I even told them they were for my sister. (I should have given them her birth name and address.) I’m probably now on the “Watch List” and they are keeping their eyes on me thinking I’m going to grow some kind of whacky weed marijuana. Sisters, sheeesh.

    1. Evie – Somebody shoulda put you on a Watch List YEARS ago. Nevertheless, I really appreciate you thinking about my love of gardening while you were off getting into all manner of trouble you haven’t even told me about yet.

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