Haven Kimmel is one of my favorite authors, because she makes her characters say true things I never thought of. She has wonderful things to say about irony, one of which is that we can't enjoy something ironically at the same time we're being present in the moment. I think it
might be possible to flip back and forth between the two states, and it's impossible
not to flip in White Springs, Florida.
I [heart] White Springs, with irony and without.
Without:
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| Check cashing AND MORE! What more is there? This one blurs the line, and I love it. |
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| The (Dread Pirate) Roberts House |
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| Telford Inn. This is where we didn't have lunch. |
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| What kind of barn is this? I'm asking. |
With and without:
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| They beat us to the irony. Blast you, native ironists! |
We weren't there frivolously. We were vendors/shoppers at a swap meet hosted by
Suwanee Hardware and Feed. [Contender in both categories; runner-up in irony, blue ribbon in non-irony.] Nice guy in charge, gave vendors and shoppers toilet privileges. Move toward the back of the store for fish, crickets and thrift store merchandise.
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| These people are pros. Literally, not ironically. |
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| Vendors start setting up at 6 AM. NB: it is still dark at 6 AM. |
Annie had tools and gadgets to sell, and she's sold-out here. She used her windfall to purchase a 30-amp cord and a small cooler. I used her windfall to purchase handmade vegan soap from
Suwanee Valley Soapworks. It's an ironic link, because they don't have a website, but their labels list one. The soap isn't ironic, though; it's very nice and was $1/bar. Sorry, Etsy. A bar was later found gracing the bathroom, which charmed me more than was seemly in a feed store potty.
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Cirque de Chats:
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| OOOOH! |
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| AHHHH! |
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| WOWWW! |
19 comments:
I didn't see the alligator, but I did 'see' the Japanese soldier with the helmet.(does that count?)
Okay, whatever Michael. It was a Rorschach, and I've dispatched the authorities to your home.
Can you hear it? The blue danube waltz as you peep the last three pics.
I can now.
To bad we weren't still there!!! Could have met up!!! Glad your sale was a success!!!
have fun
Donna
That would have been fun, Donna! We met a man who had fulltimed for years with his wife (that's where Annie got the heavy-duty cord).
Did you ever eat at the Inn there?
Yes, see the gator. Yes, everyone has a travel worthy piano on their front porch, don't they?, loved the kitty aroebics, just amazing stuff! And all the earrings sold? Hmmm, I need to do that too! (instead of just making them to put in cute little plastic bags). The gate is gator proof, right? The secret meeting, well they kinda blew that one. I've not eaten at that place either (but then, I've never been to Fla either), but maybe you can eat at the place that cashes checks? Maybe that's what the "more" is? Hmmm, must pay your debts or you may become "more"...Oh & I guess poop does float!!!
Ok, later ya'll
PS, this is TexCyn because blogger still won't let me post even when I sign in >:-{
Cyn, I think it's a great idea to have a piano gassed up and ready to go. I'm just jealous I didn't think of it myself. No, I only sold one pair of earrings - I should have made some that looked more like tools.
You are not alone in your Bloogle woes, but I'm not sure what to do about it. I wonder if there is a "known-but-ignored" issue?
POOP FLOATS!!! OMG, you win that post.
Ironically, the piano owner is in a traveling band! :)
Judy! It may really be true! After I was all har dee har - take that piano on the road, I came across this for no particular reason:
http://pianoacrossamerica.com/
The laugh would definitely be on me, in that case. That piano is ready to take its act on the road.
Ok this place is now on my list of spots I must see. GREAT TOUR!! Love the pink house and the piano plate but I didn't see the alligator. Can I still visit??
Thanks, Sherry! We sneaked into town without taking the alligator test, so I'm sure you're good.
The barn looks like a tobacco shed to me.
Thanks, Sue! That's what popped into my head, too, but I had nothing to base it on but a hunch and a first impression. Or maybe that video I watched made by Philip Morris. Did they grow tobacco down here? Interesting.
Oh, my goodness, I had a rather lengthy post about my experiences with a composting toilet like the ones in your link, but I forgot that (according to blogger) it's a privilege not a right to post my comments on your blog and I'd better never forget it! My Google account is subordinate to yours, I suppose.
Comment lost, but only probably interesting to those of us who would say, Great poop post!, anyway. LG61820
Are you sure you gave the authorities the right address?
Michael, that was oner niner niner sam charlie delta fiver niner ... aw geez, I sent them to my old phone number.
Oh yea, the barn. forgot to comment on it. it's for giraffes. They have to hide from the cougars there...jest trin' ta be helpsful!
TexCyn who blogger lets stay as a member, but is too embarassed to let me post by my name..
Cyn, I kind of love that. Armed with this new information, I looked at the barn again and could see the giraffes hiding there, spotty legs trying to look inconspicuous.
Blooger is messing with your self-esteem. They must pay.
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