Further Reporting

I swear to you, it feels like we've been in Mobile for months. Maybe because it's really a lot like home with the exception of, oh, you know, having a beautiful historic downtown and cathedrals and theaters and bars and restaurants. But beside that- just like home!

I have to admit we've been staying within walking distance of this beautiful old inn. We parked on Thursday and haven't moved the car once. Everywhere we've wanted to go has been within a mile of here. Of course, there may be a whole hell of a lot of other stuff we want to do that we'd have to drive to but quite frankly, we haven't made the effort. This is not a power-vacation. This is an R&R vacation.

Last night was about as much fun as I can remember having in a long time. For a going-out-good time, that is. Ziggy is an amazing guitar player. I had forgotten just how good he is. And, in fact, I think he's gotten better over the years. He plays exclusively acoustic these days and he just sounds incredible. When I met him, he was a young-boy electric guitar player but now he's an older, almost-grandpa acoustic player and it suits him.
He has a new CD out that he just made. You can go listen to some of it and/or order it HERE. 



He played some from that and he played a whole lot of songs that made me happy to listen to. Songs that made me happy in my youth, as I think Frank Zappa said once. No set list, no fancy stuff, just Zig, his guitars, and long, long sets.

It was fine.

Zig is one of those guys you can not see for a decade but when you do, it's just like, "Hey, how ya doin'?" and you pick up from where you left off. It's comforting to me that there are people like this on the planet. Like maybe you have a tribe that you don't even have to think about. You know what I'm talking about.

So last night was a late night but we made it home and got up this morning and walked back downtown to find breakfast. Okay. That was a trip. The name of the restaurant was A Spot Of Tea and quite frankly, I'll never do that again. It was a piano bar/restaurant and the piano played itself, endlessly, one elevator-rock song after another and there was TOO MUCH RED. The walls, the seats, the lights. Not for breakfast, please. But the food itself was fine.

And now we're back in our nice, cool room, lazing about on the giant four-poster bed that I have to stand on my tip toes to get into. The ceiling fan is going and Mr. Moon is playing some poker game on his phone and we're trying to decide what to do today. The good thing is- we don't have to do anything. Anything at all.

I could look online or in one of the many local activities rags I've picked up to see what's going on. Cinco de Mayo seems to be a big thing around here and I have no idea why. Maybe they just use any excuse to party in Mobile.  There was a farmers market thing set up in the park downtown and we walked around that but we didn't see anything we needed. Neither baked goods nor squash nor basil plants nor paintings of flowers nor wooden plaques that said Wild For Jesus!!!!
Nope.
Sort of wish I had a cupcake now, though. To tell you the truth.

And the very cool thing is, if I decide I REALLY want one, I can get one. 

Love from Mobile...Ms. Moon