From “Hot Mess” to “Hot Lanta.”

My post today was supposed to be my entry into this week’s microstory challenge over at yeah write.

I’ve been working on it since Sunday in draft form. The contest actually opened at midnight, so I went to post it this morning around 7:15 and my buddy, WordPress, somehow managed to hurl it backwards through time; posting it – yes, but in the process, date stamping it for Sunday, November 8th

At this point, I can only weep profusely and rend my hair and clothing, as I am now thoroughly screwed for a post dated for today.

I’m desperately scrapping around for a substitute and my day is already a hot mess of over-scheduling.

Ahhh…inspiration.

Since I work really high up in the sky and it’s the first sunshine Atlanta’s had in 11 days, please enjoy these delightful photos of the city as my “official” daily post, while I sniffle over-dramatically in the background. 

  

Stomp your feet in disgust

Curse the grey skies if you must

But you’ll find when you are done

Blue skies for everyone

– Bob Schneider

A Hellacious Belle’s Guide to the New South: As Fine as Wine

13930_10152426241672561_5480934725351323470_nAuthor’s note:  This post was planned as my “letter W” contribution in the April 2015 A-Z Blogging Challenge.  I made it as far as “V” in my thematic “A Hellacious Belle’s Guide,” only to bail on “W,” never completing the challenge. 

I hate not finishing things (an unfortunate Aries trait), so I’m attempting to go for W – Z during November’s NaBloPoMo Challenge.  Thanks for your patience and I really appreciate everyone’s kindness and comments.

As a city belle and a lifetime hospitality industry employee, I tend to think of myself as a tiny bit of a connoisseur when it comes to wine.  I do say “tiny,” because not only is the industry enormous, but the varieties and varietals are almost infinite – years of study and training (and drinking!) are required to become an expert.  And although I’ve had some study and training (and I’ve definitely mastered the “drinking” part) I still feel that  fundamentally “it’s just grape juice,” (although sometimes truly amazing grape juice honed by masters) and there is a flavor for everyone and every palate.

Although the Southern states of Virginia, North Carolina and Texas are perhaps better known for wine making, it’s interesting to know that my home state of Georgia was once one of the largest producers of wines in the United States. Prohibition’s early start in Georgia (1907), wiped out their lead and made the industry almost non-existent until the 1970s, with the exception; oddly enough, of sacramental wine production.

Today, Georgia boasts over two dozen vineyards and wineries all over the state, although the preponderance are located north of Atlanta, in the higher elevations of Helen, Dahlonega and Cleveland.

Georgia boasts climactic conditions suited for growing Vitis vinifera (European varieties) and cold-hardy French-American hybrids used for making traditional “fine” wines. The South’s mild Springs and early Summers allow a long growing season and the higher elevations of the Appalachian foothills provide some relief from the humidity.  Our famous red clay soil, a universal source of profanity after a rainstorm, actually contributes to both to excellent drainage and the ability to retain moisture during dry spells.

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Vines at Montaluce, in Dahlonega, GA

Basically, this all means that the South, and Georgia in particular, is enjoying a renaissance of vinification.

How fortunate, I’ve always considered myself a “renaissance girl!”

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Frogtown Cellars in Dahlonga, Georgia

Once I managed to climb over my own ridiculous snobbery about Georgia-produced wines, I fell in love with the North Georgia wine country.

We visit its rolling hills and beautiful wineries several times each year, even staying in the estate villas in Montaluce for family vacations.

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Skilled winemakers and award-winning wines make it a pleasure not only to “shop,” but to “buy local.”

“Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.”
Ernest Hemingway

We’re not trying to make California wine. If you want California wine, go to California. What we are doing is making Georgia wine…and Georgia wine is good wine.”

-Rob Beecham, Montaluce Vineyards

Instant Grat Instagram: Sunset Porn

I warned you last week that I had a new topic I would pull out whenever the writing genes wouldn’t zip up all the way.

I call it Instant Grat Instagram. {Lamely} bringing you my favorite moments from what is currently my favorite social media platform.  Hope you enjoy!

Today: Sunset Porn

Sunset porn. Pure and simple.

My loft has a spectacular view of the Atlanta skyline and I get some amazing sunsets.

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Atlanta skyline.

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Sunset on the Augusta canals, Augusta, Georgia.

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Rosemary Beach – above the roof tops.

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Evans, Georgia. Sunset over the lake.

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My favorite skyline photos. Looks like ruffles of light.

Me and the hubs - Rosemary Beach, FL

Me and the hubs – Rosemary Beach, FL

Sun set in the North, Georgia Mountains - Big Canoe

Sunset in the North, Georgia Mountains – Big Canoe

Miramar Beach, Florida

Miramar Beach, Florida

Destin, Florida

Destin, Florida

“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”
Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

Heartless

“He’s leaving me!” Ashley’s body convulsed with sobs.
Jennifer absently patted her friend’s hand, but couldn’t muster any sympathy.
She realized she was completely devoid of feeling.
“Damn.” She shrugged, but without remorse.
She had left her heart in her other purse.

A Thank You Note to the Lady in the Truck Stop Bathroom

A re-post from last year’s NanoPoblano…

Dear lady in the Jaguars jersey in the truck stop bathroom in Eufala, Alabama;

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Thank you for reaching over to my sink from your side of the counter and turning on the faucet for me.

I realize my somewhat frenzied hand waving in front of the taps may have led you to assume I was having a meltdown, exorcizing a demon or perhaps trying to land an imaginary plane.

You had no way of knowing that I work in a place where everything in the bathroom is automated.

There, in order to get soap/water/paper towels, you have to make a gesture within the motion-sensor range of the dispenser.

I’m sure I would have eventually figured it out,

but you took direct action.

Bless your kind and helpful heart.

I’m sure we have given each other a good story.

 

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Instant Grat Instagram: “It’s Bloody Brigadoon!”

I had all kind of plans for a post today but work exploded and the writing thing never happened.

However…

Thankfully, there’s my phone, Instagram and lots of great memories.

These particular ones are from the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games and Gathering of Scottish Clans last July.

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Beautiful North Carolina mountains and amazing skies.

 

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Grandfather Mountain and 50,000 Scots and “wanna-Scots”

 

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Highland dancers warming up

 

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Tossing the sheaf!

 

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Sheepdog trials – herding ducks!

 

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Flags from 80 Clans and 15 Scottish Societies!

“Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o’ sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e’e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gi’es to me.”
Robert Burns

Three Things Thursday: November 5th, 2015

I borrowed this concept from the lovely Nerd in the Brain, who encourages you to steal this “exercise in gratitude” with “wild abandon” by sharing three things that made you smile this week and “fill your blog with the happy.”

Thing #1: October’s “A Taste of India” Dinner
through “The Learning Tea,” non-profit affiliated with Dr. Bombay’s Underwater Tea House.
I was joined for this event by my wonderful friend, Susan and her 8-year old son, The Coop.  As we say in the South, we had a “large” time.

We particularly enjoyed exchanging many fine animal riddles, of which the Coop is a master. 

What animal starts with a “c” and ends with an “e”?

D’uh!  A Canadian Mongoose!

We chowed on some super-tasty vegetarian Indian food, with a particularly nice whipped cream dessert. The “cherry on this sundae” – all money raised supports a home and room and board for female university students in India.

Thing #2: A belated celebration of my dear friend Heidi’s birthday
at Carroll Street Cafe, which is a charming little place in the Cabbagetown neighborhood in East Atlanta, offering alfresco dining.


They feature $5 tapas and half-priced bottles of wine every Monday, so we indulged in all our favorite dishes: crab cakes, lamb sliders, papas bravas, Jamaican shrimp with plantains and pan-seared scallops.

We ran into a few of Heidi’s friends and had a great time chatting with them and of course, petting random pups, whose owners were walking them down the sidewalk around us.

Thing #3: Giving back at the Atlanta Food Bank
This was a community project set through work, but I actually had a good time pawing through random donated items (snack cakes, canned foods, toiletries) checking for valid expiration dates before passing the “good” stuff forward to box up for people in need.      Our group of about 40 volunteers sorted a total of 30,511 lbs of food, which constitutes over 25,000 meals. Pretty impressive for a couple of hours work. It made me feel good to have spent some time actually making a difference for people’s lives.

So, three lovely memories to bring me smiles for weeks to come. Thanks as always, Nerd In the Brain,for your kind inspiration!

Instant Grat Instagram : Blue Skies for Everyone

My new “emergency” blog topic’s going to be a thematic selection from my favorite Instagram photos. That way I can get a blog out super-fast if for some reason my cognitive abilities stutter and fail and I’m desperate for something/anything to slap up for the 30-day NanoPoblano/NaBloPoMo challenge!

And I can share some of my favorite photos with you guys who may have missed them on Instagram!

This week: Blue Skies

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Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.”
Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days