I haven't really returned to my old routine since vacation. That is good or bad, depending on how you look at it. I don't run around like a maniac after work trying to get a lot of things done is good BUT not getting things done like laundry or grocery shopping is not so good. Since you didn't come here to see pics of my feet up while I am reading, here is some more Charleston.
We took a tour to an old plantation called Magnolia that was on the outskirts of town. Our fellow passengers on the bus were an interesting group and included a French woman, born in North Africa and living in Geneva, and--------a man who was born in Oregon Ohio at St Charles Hospital and moved to Memphis when he was 5!! Can you believe that. The plantation and gardens were beautiful and is now owned by the 13th generation of the original owner, who still lives on the grounds. We saw 8 alligators, 1 dead cottonmouth snake,the family tomb with Civil War(or the War of Northern Aggression for you Southerners) damage, the slave cabins and had sweet tea on the veranda(unsweetend for us northerners). The tree in the top picture holds the burial urn of a family member who didn't want to be buried in the family crypt.
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