Gym-ed




I’ve mentioned these t-shirts before, but I’ve almost worn mine out, so I thought I’d keep it alive a bit longer with some remembrance.

When my first grandson Daniel arrived some nineteen years ago now …

… I didn’t want to be called “Grandpa” (so OLD sounding!), “Papaw” (that was my father), etc., etc. My son-in-law (Cuban) solved the dilemma for me: “Let your grandkids call you ‘Abu”. Most folks won’t know what it means.”
Abuelo is the affectionate Spanish nickname for Grandpa.
When he was older and talking, Daniel decided that Robert should have a nickname as well, thus Rbu!

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Night beauty. Even at The Home Depot.


2. Coming across very neat posters.

I especially like the “Talk to the Flowers” suggestion.
3. The amazing ability to TALK and express ourselves.
4. Pets. If you’re a regular reader, I’m sure you get tired of seeing photos of Kitty Cat Benny. But what a positive difference pets can make to the quality of our lives.

5. My reading chair in our study.

Oh, the hours I have spent there exploring other worlds!




Marveling this Monday at late winter’s sparse beauty here in South Georgia.


I truly believe that if we look for beauty, we will see it.





My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Trying to get used to our new almost-finished violet/pink kitchen.

2. Having a blast at our church’s Shrove Tuesday Pancake Supper (with its legendary toppings bar) the night before the beginning of Lent.


3. Our fantastic ability to TASTE. Have you expressed gratitude for that amazing joy lately?
4. HR contemplatively enjoying a muddy, but still beautiful, little pond.


5. At my old age, absolutely reveling in and enjoying the discovery of children books with powerful messages.

May you eat something this weekend that reminds you of … home.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
Leaving my yearly urological check-up recently (TMI?), I sat down by their little fountain pool (which was not working) …

I attempted to meditate a bit while waiting on an Uber.
But then I heard them and saw them …

Young white men dallying and splashing around in the cold February pool.

