Shhh … Silent Sunday 11/20/22
Author: Neal Saye
My Saturday Evening Post: 11/19/22 “I Miss Tomatoes”
About this time of year, every year, I fall into the “depths of despair,” borrowing a phrase from my very good friend, Anne of Green Gables.
Why so low, you ask? Simple.
THERE ARE NO LOCAL, SUMMERY, VINE- RIPENED TOMATOES!!!
The tomatoes you find at the grocery store this time of year are, to use part of Donald Trump’s newsy allegation, “fake” tomatoes!
They taste like … well, fake tomatoes.
Side Note: Please do not tell anyone that I agreed, even if just half agreed, with anything Donald Trump has ever said.
So what I like to do in mid-November is remember, somehow both sadly and joyfully, July tomatoes.
Here are a few memories of the Real Deals.
My Tomato Pies!
Tomato beauty.
I miss you, July Tomatoes.
Sheepish
HR and yours truly. Lying in the Sheep Meadow. Central Park. NYC. 2016. Our very first trip to New York City together.
“These vagabond shoes ….” 🎶
Five Friday Happy Bringers 11/18/22
My weekly list of a few “joy inciters” in my life. A Friday Gratitude Journal, of sorts.
1. The beautiful bottlebrush plant we saw recently on a walk here in Savannah.
What a cool and fitting name! And it’s SO friendly. It colorfully whispered in my ear, “You know, Neal, Christmas is coming! Joy to the world!”
2. Pine. Oh, the glorious appearance and aroma of pine!
3. Comfortable shoes.
4. Always having enough food to eat. (I so often take that blessing for granted.)
5. The beach.
May Peace shine on you this weekend before Thanksgiving.
“Robert and … #29”
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … two tidy Irishmen.
Shoe Selling! (Funny & Not So Funny)
Did you see this CRAZY story in the news?
When I first read it, I laughed out loud. And thought about my old sandals. Here they are. I’ll sell them to you for a mere $500. A DEAL!
But then when I thought about it a bit more, the humor sort of leaked and lessened. 200 grand! Think how many homeless meals (for just one example) that amount could provide.
P.S. …
Hmm.
One-Word Wednesday: 11/15/22
“Locked”
So here I am (pic below), at the very top of Georgia’s Sapelo Island Lighthouse last week. Yvonne, our incredible tour guide, (inexplicably and even more incredibly) gave ME these keys and told me to unlock the hatch at the top of the lighthouse for the five of us who braved the winds (of approaching storm Nicole) to go to the very top.
After much struggle, I finally got the HEAVY hatch open, and we scaled the heights.
Robert found everything hilarious up there, while I fake laughed (and held on to him) …
Bad Advice? (Or Good?)
T-Shirt Tuesday: “Read”
