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My Saturday Evening Post: 11/29/25  “An Evening Late/A Perfect Evening”

So after a wonderful holiday celebration on Thanksgiving Day itself over at my daughter Amy’s on Skidaway Island, Robert and I had our own little family Thanksgiving celebration here at home last night.

It was really Robert’s night as culinary chef. I just helped with prep and cleanup mainly.

Here he is tying up the Cornish hens …

Toasting the cornbread for the sage sausage dressing …

Pan frying the bacon and brussels sprouts …

HR set it all up on this neat little high rise table …

Oh wait, I did do something! I set up the festive holiday dining table.

I probably should not have done this, but as Robert started to say a beautiful Thanksgiving Blessing, I opened my eyes real quick and photographed him. (Who does such a thing?!)

The prayer went on quite a while. I had ample opportunity for a cute close-up.

He caught me after he muttered a too-quick “Amen,” not allowing me time to hide my iPhone.

Then on to the food!

My plate

HR’s

Scrumptiously delicious.

Oh, and don’t forget his pumpkin pie!

What a Delicious Feast with Just the Two of Us.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 11/22/25  “My Favorite Color”

Walking through Hobby Lobby the other day, Robert and I came upon these neat seasonal kitchen towels …

I stopped to chat with them for a bit, while HR wandered off … who knows where in the gargantuan store.

“Uh, did you know that Fall is not actually a color?” I probably somewhat ‘I’m-a-retired-professor’ asked the towels.

They answered immediately, and I might add, a bit mockingly: “Uh, you call yourself a retired professor, and yet you don’t understand simple literary devices.”

Taken back a bit by the question, I could not think of a single literary device.

The towels, sensing my embarrassment and feeling a little sorry for me, gently explained: “The statement ‘fall is my favorite color’ primarily uses a literary device called synesthesia.”

“Right,” I said, trying to remember if I had ever heard of “synesthesia.”

I turned away and quickly Googled.

Synesthesia involves blending senses—in this case, treating a season (“fall,” a concept related to time and nature) as if it were a color (a visual property), thus associating the qualities of the season (the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves) with the single concept of a “color.” Google AI

“Y’all ARE right!“ I sorta yelled. (It doesn’t take much to get me excited.)

“Fall has always been my favorite season. And now it’s my favorite color too! Thank you!”

But they were already starting to chat with the next customer, explaining Sensational Synesthesia.

I love these fall colors somewhat hiding in the morning shadows here in Historic District Savannah.

Glorious chrysanthemums at a market we visited recently.

Mama and her cute little triplets we saw on a walk.

My jalapeño cornbread last night.

Yes …

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My Saturday Evening Post: 11/1/25 “5 Weeks and Día de los Angelitos”

Robert and I had a quiet, meaningful couple of hours the other evening setting up our annual Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) ofrenda (altar), remembering our parents and other loved ones who have passed on before us.

The time was especially dear for me this year because I thought to pull out some old files that, along with other paraphernalia, stayed for decades in my parents’ safety deposit box before they died (my mother in 2016 and my father in 2020).

In one file was the funeral information about a brother, Jimmie, who was born in 1946 and only lived for five weeks.

My mother dried and kept some flowers from his little grave.

In the little baggie behind the Celtic cross.

These old flowers are now 78 years ago—three quarters of a century!

I love the Day of the Dead season. “Nov. 1 is known as Día de los Angelitos, which honors the souls of deceased children, and Nov. 2 is Día de los Muertos.” usatoday.com

So today HR and I remembered little Jimmie and his brief life.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 10/18/25 “No Kings — Savannah”

Today’s No Kings Day here in Savannah loudly and colorfully protested Trump’s increasingly dangerous authoritarian moves.

Robert and I joined five thousand other patriotic Americans to say in unison that we have had enough of Trump’s Hitler-esque “leadership.”

My favorite chant at the protest:

“Tell Me What Democracy Looks Like.”

“This Is What Democracy Looks Like!”

It Really Isn’t.

What a peaceful, beautiful, loving, patriotic gathering of folks wanting the best for our nation.

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post,.

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