Author: Neal Saye

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 3/28/25

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My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Walking to one of my favorite reading spots a couple of blocks from us here in Historic District Savannah on the bluff overlooking the Savannah River.

2. Being able to walk!

3. Friendly farm animals yesterday at Hunter Cattle Company in Brooklet GA, where we bought beautiful grass-fed ribeye steak.

4. More of Savannah’s Spring Beauty.

5. Looking for the Tree Spirits at various spots around Saint Simon’s Island (Georgia).

(I’m working on a post about the dozen or so “spirits” we found recently.)

May you spring into a Happy and Healthy Weekend ahead.

Posted in Humor

Does Anybody Else?

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Does anybody else take photos while you’re waiting in the exam room when you go to see the doctor?

No? Really? Why not?

Is this against HIPPA rules or something?

Well, this morning brought my yearly appointment at my ophthalmologist. Since it’s a new year, I’ve been making my rounds to various specialists. Haven’t you?

For some reason (reminder: talk to therapist about this), while I am waiting for the doctor—any doctor— to make her/his appearance, I get all giddy nervous and therefore anxiously try to figure out how to pass the time before she/he enters and aggressively takes my blood pressure or sticks a needle in me.

The answer? Intra-medical-office photography!

My eyes have just been dilated, so I can’t really see you.

And I can’t quite figure out how to interpret this writing on yonder wall …

Huh?

“E.T. Phone home” maybe?

I’ll probably be getting a new eyeglass prescription.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #26

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A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …

… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …

… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …

… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.

She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.