So today, HR and I had lunch with our dear friends Don and Jim at the salad-ly delicious Urban Deli within walking distance of us here in historic district Savannah.
Beyond yummy food.
Especially their salads.
I opted for the brussels sprouts salad, along with a healthy helping of their red beet salad.
I consumed it far too quickly, never thinking about taking a photo remembrance.
Afterwards, as we were sitting, stuffed, Savannah fall conversing, I looked down on my plate …
So for this Sunday evening before Thanksgiving, I was thinking about what the holiday is actually all about and ran across this little meditation on giving thanks and embracing gratitude …
2. An overflowing citrus tree near us here in downtown Savannah.
3. My Arthritis Pain. Okay, that needs explanation. I’m Happy that I have a body. A body including wrists, knees and a lower back, all with the ability to FEEl.
Does that make any sense at all?
4. A wonderful gathering at our church Wednesday evening to help process and manage anxiety that some of us are feeling concerning the election.
5. A bookish bench we saw recently along the Augusta GA Riverwalk.
May you find a place to sit joyfully this weekend.
Today my beautiful Savannah hosted the inaugural Every Woman’s Marathon, with over 7000 female runners and about 140 males (well, they wanted to be inclusive).
The finish line, after the 26.2 miles, ended just outside our front door.
Looking out my second-floor window, I saw women of every ethnicity, age, body type and physical ability running, running, running toward the finish line.
Toward the finish line of equality.
Toward the finish line of a woman’s marathon being just as significant (more?) as a male-dominated marathon.
For some reason, I became obsessed with this race. Every now and then walking down my stairs out onto East Broad Street to see the goings-on.
A few hours into the marathon, Robert and I walked over to the finish line and added our voices to the incredibly loud “You-Did-It!” for a multitude of women (and a few men) from all 50 states and 12 countries pushing toward a physically difficult finish.
Later, after the race, young volunteers from the Every Woman’s Marathon team were walking around picking up trash and putting them in garbage bags. Outside our place, directly in front of HR’s little tree garden, a young man’s bag burst, and all the trash spilled out!
I saw this, looking (nosily) out the window. Robert suggested that I run down and give him one of our trash bags. I did. He was so very grateful, thanking me profusely.
I walked back into our hallway, and heard the young man say to his buddy, “That nice old man really helped me, giving me that trash bag.”
I’m fine with that, just helping empty the trash.
Because we have certainly created a whole bunch of trash over the eons.
1. Scrumptious beignets at Huey‘s, a New Orleans style restaurant on the Savannah River near us. (Well, not literally ON the river.)
And to be honest, they are SO much better than the beignets we have had in New Orleans. 
And here’s HR, tackling the steep stairs heading back home.
I’m not sure why he looks a little pouty in this photo. He just had beignets, for goodness sake. 
2. Finding, at a Little Library (do you have those where you are?) over in Hinesville, Georgia, a delightfully funny children’s book that I used to read to my daughters when they were little ones.
3. The ability—and privilege—of being able TO READ. What a blessing!
4. Grandson Daniel singing “Bring Him Home,”accompanied by the Savannah Country Day School Orchestra at their Veterans Day assembly on Monday.
Here’s a fifteen second Instagram post:
5. Robert, ex-wife Donna and me, heading to our yearly beginning-of-the-holidays traditional lunch at St. John Episcopal Church here in Historic District Savannah …
St. John’s Green-Meldrim House next door, where the luncheon is held …
… has a fascinating history. Here are a few tidbits:
May a few tidbits of fascination find their way to you this weekend.
NealEnJoy 