

Outside our favorite bagel shop in Savannah, Big Bon Bodega.

So we’re sending it home.
Snow-vannah is melting away.




Outside our favorite bagel shop in Savannah, Big Bon Bodega.

So we’re sending it home.
Snow-vannah is melting away.


So the other night, I did a silly post about photographing older folks (“older folks” meaning me).
Here’s a link, in case you missed it:
https://nealenjoy.com/2024/10/07/the-older-i-get-2/
Tonight, I am back in “My Square,” Washington Square, here in Historic District Savannah …
Reading …


And I thought, “Should I do another selfie tonight?“
I started …

“There we go,” I thought, “that angle meets the criteria.”
Then got a bit braver …

And only because fellow blogger buddy Matt VERY generously said my best feature was my smile …



It’s getting dark, so I should go in. HR will be ready for dinner soon. 



May you have a Joyful and Peaceful Wednesday night.
… the more the concept of a good picture of myself changes.
This evening, for instance, I walked the block or so from our place here in Historic District Savannah to sit up on the bluff from the Savannah River and read.

OK, OK, maybe it’s not The Iliad. But it is a whole bunch of escapist fun.
For some inexplicable reason, I decided to take a selfie …

And there you go — an Older Age Portrait.
HAPPY MONDAY EVENING FROM SAVANNAH!

So a while back, grandson Daniel (young Savannah actor/singer—and now high school senior) played one of his most serious and evil roles so far. (And he’s been in over three dozen plays, since he started acting as a little kid.)
For this play, Daniel did not get a leading role. He was a supporting actor, the dastardly Mayor Josiah Dobbs, in Steve Martin’s very serious musical Bright Star.
Here he is (far left) in a light moment during rehearsals with his three best buddies, all in the play.

But Daniel’s character was anything but light. When the mayor’s son got a girl pregnant, Mayor Dobbs intervened and stole the baby from the mother’s arms. (More about THAT hideous heist in a minute.)
Robert and I went to opening night, and the play was VERY well done, especially for a high school performance.

The second night, too, went swimmingly.
But the closing matinee, well, was quite a different story.
Let me have Daniel explain. The short video below is actually part of D’s prescreens/prep for musical theatre college applications. For a portion called “the wildcard,” Daniel took a risk and decided to explain about what went wrong with the closing performance of Bright Star.
Yes, at least Daniel got to keep the head as a bizarre “souvenir”!

Next up, Daniel is Shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love here in Savannah.

P.S. Here’s the feedback Daniel got about his “wildcard” from the folks he’s working with in New York:


You know you’re getting old when you get invited to this …

(Ex-wife Donna and I graduated from incredibly beautiful Berry College in Rome, Georgia way back in 1974.)
At the same time, you’re out in your also-incredibly beautiful Savannah Square reading this …

Ho hum. Life goes on.
With beauty all around.


Seriously, shouldn’t I be a guru by now?!
Today I hit my 1000th mindful day of meditation!

Feeling a little proud of myself, I scrunched down and got all mindful … about a congratulatory and summery peach milkshake.

Tomorrow … 1000 and 1.
A funny, slightly irreverent and heartwarmingly truthful look at the various ways of seeing who Jesus “was” …

There are 3 good arguments that Jesus was BLACK:
1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel
3. He didn’t get a fair trial
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was JEWISH:
1. He went into His Father’s business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was ITALIAN:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
3. He used olive oil
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a CALIFORNIAN:
1. He never cut His hair
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an AMERICAN INDIAN:
1. He was at peace with nature
2. He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was IRISH:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was MEXICAN:
1. He treated his mama like she was a saint.
2. He always wore llantas and a serape.
3. He was a carpenter who could fix anything.
But the most compelling evidence of all – 3 proofs that Jesus was a WOMAN:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment’s notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn’t get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do.
(Robert found this somewhere on the internet but couldn’t remember where.)
Sometimes you simply have to STOP, lean over and rest a spell.



As a retiree, it’s both pretty sad and very telling that the most exciting text (followed by an email) that I received today was an invitation to take part in a diarrhea study. But with the possibility of payment!

(I did not reply STOP.)