So much has changed; I don’t even know where to begin. So, here’s a picture of the beach at sunrise on Wednesday.
Charleston
I’d like to say this surprises me, but in a way, it doesn’t. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Ranked number two in a list of Top Cities in the US and Canada by Travel+Leisure. How’s your city doing?
This was taken about a week or two ago while cruising around the Charleston Harbor on a friend’s boat one late afternoon. As much as I miss driving really fast and scaring tourists on the very old and narrow John C. Grace Bridge, built in 1929, the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge makes a much better landmark for Charleston.
Yesterday evening I walked the bridge with two of my friends. It’s a total of five miles from one end to the other and back, and it was exactly what I needed. Over the last few days, I’ve had some sort of upper respiratory infection (which people keep telling me is from quitting smoking), and I knew that if I stayed inside all day and didn’t do something active, I’d end up feeling worse. I’ve felt a little better today, but this morning and early afternoon were very busy, and I went through most of my day in a Robitussin haze. Now I’m trying to wake myself up for a friend’s birthday party tonight, but all I really want to do is nap or go for a long walk. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have time for either.
Taken a week ago on Saturday. Did you know it costs nine dollars to take a rickshaw from upper King Street to Market and Cumberland? We didn’t feel like walking to meet up with someone, nor did I want to move my car from its awesome parking space, and the friends we were with told us it shouldn’t cost more than four or five for a rickshaw. Nope, nine. When the night was over, we asked another rickshaw guy how much it would cost to get back to my car, and he said twelve dollars. Obviously we walked. I’m not that rich to be that lazy.
Yesterday, before the storm rolled in, Charleston was gorgeous. I took Kahlua for a walk on the beach with a friend and her dog, and right when we turned around for the second half of the walk, we started seeing lightening. As the storm clouds started to roll in and hide the sun, it was really pretty. We made it back to her car just in time, and then the insane downpour started. Lightening was striking everywhere, and apparently there was hail. I love a nice afternoon thunderstorm.
Today, though, it has been dreary and rainy since I woke up. There were errands I wanted to run, and I was supposed to go out downtown tonight, but instead I decided I’d rather just stay in all day and night. Tomorrow should be beautiful, so I’d like to go to the beach again.
This can be found in a parking lot off of King and Calhoun in Charleston.
I went walking on the beach sometime last week while the weather was still really nice, and I took a lot of pictures. One of these days I’m going to have to walk around photograph downtown Charleston too. I could probably spend several hours, easily.
My poor black car. My poor sinuses. My poor waning sanity.
Over the last few days, nature has blown its load all over Charleston. It’s so thick you can actually see it floating around in the air, and it is all over everything. As much as I talk about how excited I am for Spring, I tend to forget how much I fucking. hate. pollen.
I thought feeling under the weather lately was due to a few too many late nights over the last couple weeks and the inability to catch up on sleep, but today it finally hit me.
Allergy season.
If I can ever manage to drag myself out of the house today, I will definitely have to stop by the pharmacy. While coping with all the uncertainties in my life right now, I refuse to let Mother Nature’s annual biochemical warfare take me out.
The temperature in direct sunlight just before noon in February. I love Charleston.
