Shhh … Silent Sunday. 1/4/26
Author: Neal Saye
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Five Friday Happy Bringers 1/2/26
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Kitty Benny in black and white on my lap the other morning.
2. Blessings of the New Year waiting to be revealed.
3. The wonderful ability to Breathe Deeply.
4. Robert and my New Year’s Eve/New York Strip cookout.
It was warm enough to eat outside.
5. Remembering this festively pedaling Santa that HR and I saw in Manhattan a few weeks ago.
May you make some Memories of Good this first weekend of the New Year.
HNY ‘26
My hope and prayer for us all in this brand new 2026 is for Peace.
Peace in our Individual Lives.
Peace in our Homes.
Peace in our Country and in our World.
One-Word Wednesday 12/31/25 (New Year’s Eve 2025)
“Drops”
As in “The Ball Drops.”
Grandson Gabriel loving his high school basketball career. He’s a sophomore.
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With B Balls often Dropping …
G plays tonight in the championship game of an area holiday tournament.
Seafood Tuesday
Living in Savannah, with water all around, we love us Some Seafood!
Tonight Robert had leftover Low Country Boil (from our Christmas Day “New Traditional” Supper) …
While I was a bit more classy — Mussels with tomato, garlic and white wine sauce (ridiculously easy and quick to prepare) …
Beyond delicious!
It takes muscles to eat mussels!
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What a Joyful Meal.
And a few of Robert’s more artsy shell photos …
Interesting that HR will not eat them, but he has no problem taking photos of them.
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/29/25
Marveling at some of my Holiday Photos from Christmas 2025.
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 12/28/25
My Saturday Evening Post: 12/27/25 “Nativity on the Farm”
Recently Robert and I visited Southern Belle Farms in McDonough GA. Walking to the side of their fabulous country market, HR yelled, “Neal, look! Baby Jesus on a truck!”
And sure enough, as I got closer, I saw them—all the stars of the traditional crèche: Mary, Joseph and the Baby. The Three Wise Men. An Angel. A Shepherd and his Sheep.
All mounted on an old school farm truck!
Robert started pointing and giving a little impromptu lecture about the various Nativity personnel, as if I were a toddler new to Sunday School.
Mentally asleep for a while in his mansplaining words, I finally woke up and asked, “What do you think happened to Mary’s left arm?”
“Neal, you’re missing the whole point of the display!” he sputtered as he huffed off toward the Kettle Corn stand.
I stood there for a while, pondering about what was missing. Until I finally followed the buttery scent to the Kettle Corn and to Robert.
And that’s My Saturday Evening Post.
NealEnJoy 