Saturday, July 18, 2009

And that's the way it is!

Truer words were never said, and the man that we all remember for his honesty, rationale and integrity was the one who stated so completely and concisely in that short sentence how he works, worked. “And that's the way it is,” I bet almost anyone could tell you who that quote belonged to; of course, Walter Cronkite, that is anyone who grew up watching him, which I did. He was there to comfort the nation in the best of times and the worst of times, and he has moved on now at age 92, his light has been extinguished just yesterday. But this is someone no one will ever forget, and any journalist worth his or her grain of salt will continue to strive to attain his quality in reporting what we all know should be the truisms of facts with warmth, and compassion. We have seen in many recent obituary type reports what a wonderful person he was in his personal life as well and that he had it all, a long time happy marriage and three wonderful children. He also knew how to relax while sailing, and partying. He was a man that had balance in his life. Today we say that you should work hard and play hard; well he actually did it before it was fashionable, and he did it with grace and poise. Goodnight forever to the most trusted man in the world.

Onward… today we went to two of those freebie events that I mentioned yesterday, one at our new event and conference center, the first time we had been there, I believe that it may be large enough to support a three ring circus, but the garden show that they displayed took up only a mere corner of the entire building, in a small room. And so my complete critique of this newest venue would be unfair to say without all the information. I must say though I was impressed with the fact that now they do have a site that shows the calendar of events that they are offering, month by month, and that is new, and very useful. We moved on to an outdoor café that we had wanted to try right in the heart of River City, AKA Punta Gorda, but alas their tables were full by hubby’s report from when he got out to check. I suppose Saturdays are not such a good day to try a very small café with only six to eight tables.

All was not lost our second venture for the day was good old faithful, Fisherman’s Village today they were having both a home and art show.
And they also have many restaurants to choose from for lunch, and so after we walked, actually I rode hubby walked the length of their mall looking at all the venders we decided to eat at the restaurant at the end on the water view side, which we had eaten at before. But once we found a table and ordered our drinks we noticed that all their prices went up, uh oh! It had been two years apparently since we had been there; at least that is when they changed these new to us menus the server said. I suggested that we pay for our iced tea and coffee and leave, but hubby said no. I had just enough cash for a less expensive place, but hubby said I guess we will have to use the debit card, which these days I really prefer not to, oh well.

Any-who we had lunch, paid the bill, and went on our merry ways.
Hubby suggested taking a ride over to the park nearby but just to drive past not get out it was over 90 degrees, and neither of us were interested in that!
But it was nice at the park this one also has a wildlife center that we had been to many a time, it is free, but asks for donations. We just drove by.
Next I asked hubby to stop by the historic village where my writer’s group has a building, an old house once used by an attorney that actually was on the corner in my neck of the woods not far from my home.
That is what the village is comprised of hundred year old homes that had been moved there, and revamped to their initial vitality. It to date only comprises of three such homes the last being still renovated at this time, but looking very fine with new landscaping.
And at last we went to our home.
Our safety our comfort our place to relax, and not feel put upon or rushed by the world, our sanctuary.
Isn’t that what we all think of when we think of home?

And that’s the way it is!
On that note of realization I will bid you all a good night and to all count those blessings and I will too!

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