So tonight, I made Espresso Martinis for Robert and me.
I settled on the couch, and kitty cat Benny jumped into my lap.
Okay, “Rest little one.”
But then, lo and behold, a FOX jumped into my (beautiful) martini glass …
We talked a while.
Then somehow, he disappeared.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Sleep. And we get to do it every night! (And sometimes after lunch.)
2. Incredibly huge (and colorful!) container ships traversing past me as I read on Savannah River’s bluff near us.
3. The wonderful ability to read! Can you imagine NOT having this gift?!
What I just finished:
A creatively riveting novel about what we are doing to our world, our wildlife, our plants and ultimately ourselves, as told by a very special gorilla.
4. Triangles and Lines
5. Embracing the Year of the Snake.
May we do some healthy shedding this new year.
Peaceful Weekend to You.
It’s hard to believe that a week ago Savannah was COVERED in snow and ice.
Quite the rarity.
But it’s 70° now, and I just finished a delightful afternoon walk.
But as I was traversing a particularly shady area, LO AND BEHOLD, look what I saw!
A gigantic Snow Frog leaping from the Monkey Grass onto the sidewalk directly in front of me.
I started to question his pedestrian sensibilities, but then decided against it.
I wanted to give him a little more precious time to get to wherever he was going.
I’m reposting a very truthfully powerful blog from my friend and fellow blogger SassyBear. Click on the hyperlink below to experience it.
Don’t placate the hate. Don’t let others defend the indefensible. Don’t let others berate you for “being political.” Don’t let others convince you …
The Line
Outside our favorite bagel shop in Savannah, Big Bon Bodega.
So we’re sending it home.
Snow-vannah is melting away.
Truthful and Prophetic Voices.
“Let me make one final plea. Mr. President, millions have put their trust in you. And as you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are gay, lesbian, and transgender children in Democratic, Republican and independent families, some who fear for their lives. And the people, the people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings, who labor in poultry farms and meatpacking plants, who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants, and work the night shifts in hospitals, they — they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurdwara, and temples.
I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away, and that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here.”
Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde
National Prayer Service, Washington National Cathedral 1/21/25
Lord, in Your Mercy, Hear Our Prayer
“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” Jesus, Matthew 25:40
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. My insanely delicious baked Buffalo Chicken Drumsticks for lunch yesterday. And so easy to make.
(I pretend they’re healthy, with the addition of the celery and carrots.)
2. Still marveling at our rare Snow-vannah we experienced this week.
Looking right and left outside the door of our old mid-1800’s apartment building …
What’s a snow shovel? And where on earth would you buy one? Or even want one? Isn’t snow supposed to melt the next day?
We also don’t have sleds or sleighs or whatever you use to careen playfully down snow-covered hills.
So you have to improvise. Here’s a little video of grandson Gabriel doing just that in his front yard.
That’s called Minimalist Sledding.
And other grandchildren in their backyard across the state from us in Columbus, Georgia …
But this morning, everything doesn’t look quite so angelically white and inviting. Why didn’t someone tell me the beautiful powder turns into gray and slushy mush?!
Who wants to slide in that?
3. The priceless blessing of a warm dwelling. I so often take it for granted, but I know that everyone is not so fortunate.
4. Lavender!
I love its restful, calming scent.
H.R. and I have enjoyed chocolate-lavender candy bars, lavender cookies, lavender salt and lavender tea. Have you had lavender in other foods or drinks?
4. The ability to lean.
May you lean into some Good Moments this weekend.
“Snow-vannah!”
Outside our place in Historic District Savannah early this morn …
And at Daughter Amy’s over on Moon River …
And finally, over at the beach on Tybee Island …
Do I need to mention that snow is EXTREMELY rare in Savannah?
NealEnJoy 