One thing that people probably don't know about the metro Atlanta area is that, unlike other big cities, our public transportation system stinks. The Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority (MARTA) is anything but. Despite Claudia's experience, most buses run late, if at all, and the rail system generally doesn't go anywhere anyone really needs to be. The long and short of it is, if you live around here, you really, really need a car. Not that you'll generally go anywhere fast with it either, but at least you can have a modicum more control over your fate (baring little old ladies who lose control of their own cars, that is!)
When we lived in our former house, I could walk one mile to a small, but complete shopping center. Bank, post office, grocery store, two pretty good places to eat, hardware store, cleaners, and pool hall. All the necessities of life. But if I needed something else, it was get in the car time.
Where I live now provides much the same situation, with the exception of the grocery store. But the added bonus is that I am very close - less than a mile - to the city center of my new little town, where there are shops, and restaurants, and many other delights. Decatur, Georgia is only 4 square miles, but the town center is booming. And the city fathers and mothers seem to be doing what they can to bring both people and business into the area. There is an organic farmers market that operates in a bank parking lot one night a week, the library hosts a myriad of uplifting activities, and there are movies and musical events on the town square (not to mention huge condo complexes popping up on every corner - which is a definite downside.)
Last Saturday night, Jim and I took advantage of the beautiful early fall weather and went into town to see a concert. We walked to the Square and sat on the old courthouse steps to enjoy the sounds of big band music performed by a group of musicians most of whom must have all enjoyed the original bands back in the 1940's. They were fabulous! When we got hungry, we stepped right behind the bandstand and enjoyed dinner at our favorite restaurant. And then we walked home. It was wonderful.
The musicians were assembled in the bandstand the city built a couple of years ago.
How quaint is that! (Sorry for the blurry photo - it was dusk and I had only my little pocket camera.) We'll definitely be going back for the next concert.
I also have some photos to show of things I've mentioned about my new house. This is a side shot of the front of the house, showing one of the two very old concrete planters that sit on either side of the porch.
They are really huge. The big pots of mum Jim bought were just the right size, fortunately.
And this is the pretty green birdbath Jim got for my birthday. The birds seem to be taking their time about using it, but we did see a bright red cardinal enjoying it yesterday.
Yes, it really is that lush out there. Between the ivy, the out of control bushes, and all the trees, green is everywhere you look.
Now, for those of you looking for knitting content, you'll have to wait a day or two. The other day, I was pondering whether I should be good and seam my Manos afghan and put together the secret project I finished a while ago - or start something new. Guess what won? Uh-huh. Something new. This week, I've managed to finish the back of a sweater and started the first half of the front. Pictures will be forthcoming. Soon. I promise. Just imagine purple/blue yarn and miles and miles of stockinette. That'll hold 'ya.