Aquarium

 

October 15, 2024

I’ve switched typing surfaces, which makes things marginally better.

The house in Dahlonega appears to be a done deal.

On D’s advice I motored yesterday to the Chattahoochie River National Recreational Area on Jones Bridge. Walked in wood that are mostly yellow poplar, therefore lofty and airy. Discovered the windleaf. The river itself looked normal (though I never laid eyes on it before, so there’s no opportunity for comparison), but the trail bridges cross feeder creeks, and mud on the vegetation there indicates a flood stage as much as twelve feet above their current levels. Almost every walker but me had at least one dog.

Mornings are hard, longing for home, anxious to find a way to do my work. But, I search the Internet for something to do, do it, and by evening TV and family cocktail time, the circumstantial contact feels comfortable and sustainable. Then it begins again the next day. L & J have certainly gone out of their way to accommodate me. 

Fascinating email from Spectrum announcing that my payment is due. Haven’t had Internet service since September 27, and they’re closed as clams about what, if any, progress is being made in restoration. Companies make people hate them more by hiding behind a baffle of blind email addresses and unnavigable phone trees.

Downtown to the Georgia Aquarium. Stopped on the street by attractive kids trying to run a charity scam. I almost fell for it. All the denizens of the aquarium had Halloween decorations in or on their tanks. Skeletons lay on the bottom of the shark tank as if they had been stripped clean by the predators above. A male beluga was erect and trying to interest a female in afternoon delight. She declined. The sea dragons had bats on strings hanging from their tank.