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My Saturday Evening Post: 4/6/24 “The Geometry of the Universe (or at Least My Hall)”

My very favorite subject in high school was GEOMETRY.

Unlike calculus, trigonometry, and even algebra, geometry just made plain sense to me.

I mean, everything seems to have a shape. Even if it’s shapeless, isn’t that still sort of a category of a shape?

I also like the way the word “geometry” sounds and even feels coming out of my mouth. Try saying it.

gee-ah-muh-tree

Now try saying it a little slower.

geeee-ahhhh-muuuh-treee”

It’s like getting a teensy massage of the mouth and lips. (Stop staring at me like that. It is!)

And it has such a rhythmic flow.

So yes, I love geometry. The word and the subject.

And apparently, so does my iPhone’s camera. For as I was walking out our front door the other day, minding my own business, my phone looked down and somehow without my assistance snapped a quick photo of our hallway floor, etc.,etc., including my left shoe.

When I discovered the unintentional (at least by me) photo, I have to say that I was a bit charmed with my phone’s artistic expertise and perspective.

Just look at all the geometry!

Circles and squares and ovals. Rectangles and triangles. Lines and points.

If I squint, I think I can even make out a few symbols from sacred geometry.

So even though I have not discovered what the geometry of the universe really is, I do have a better “footing” for my hallway’s geometry.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 3/23/24 “Does Food?”

Does food (or life) get any better than this?!

So last weekend, Robert and I ventured down to Jacksonville, Florida to get away from the St. Patrick’s Day craziness here in Savannah. (We live on the parade route.)

One of our weekend meals found us in the Mayport area of Jacksonville, just off the Atlantic Ocean. and at one of our very favorite seafood restaurants, Safe Harbor.

I got the blackened shrimp and haddock. Oh my goodness!

Robert got something or other, I can’t remember what, I was too busy with my own seafood extravaganza.

But here he is …

The Joy of Food!

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My Saturday Evening Post: 1/20/24 “Bird Beauty”

So yesterday, Robert and I sashayed over to the Telfair Museums here in Historic District Savannah. (Yes, it’s plural—there are three separate buildings and locations.) One of the joys of living downtown is its walkability. (Is that a word, or did I just make it up?)

I wanted to see one of the newer and smaller exhibits at the Jepson Center.

I have always considered birds to be the personification of elegance and upper echelon beauty.

I was enthralled.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 8/5/23 “$1.5 Billion Pickles“

So today, after buying the winning ticket for Monday Night’s $1.5 billion Mega Millions Lottery …

… a distressing thought occurred to me, interrupting my more-pleasant day dream about the hippest colors for matching Land Rovers for Robert and me. The Distressing Thought:

“What if, because of some Freak Accident by The Universe, I DON’T WIN?!”

After hyperventilating and falling into the depths of despair far too long for a man of my age, I finally came to my senses, realizing that there’s more than one way to get 1.5 billion dollars. Duh.

Then, Creative that I am, it didn’t take me long to come up with a viable Plan B.

A PICKLE BUSINESS!

Right?! Yes?! You with me?

I got to work, feeling so lucky that HR and I had just purchased some beautiful fancy cucumbers.

TIB (Truth in Blogging): Robert prepped the cucumbers, using his Fancy Stainless Steel Kitchen Mandoline Slicer thingy, which he won’t let me ANYWHERE near. He says I would kill myself because of my wandering attention span.

See? You’re believing in me now, I bet.

The name of my new $1.5 Billion Pickle Company?

“NEAL’S DILLS,” of course.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 7/29/23 “Group Hug”

So for lunch on Thursday, HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) suggested we drive across the Savannah River to Bluffton SC and eat at Cahill’s.

We’ve eaten there several times before, and their Meat and Three is just scrumptious.

Oh goodness, Cahill’s Fried Chicken is Southern Culinary Joy.

For my Three, I chose sweet potato soufflé, collards and creamed corn. Robert got mashed potatoes with gravy, pickled beets and stewed cabbage. (We kept reaching our forks across the table to each other’s plates.). Washing it down with sweet tea, the “champagne of the south,” as Dolly Parton says.

HR’s plate

The grounds of the working farm are simply beautiful.

Robert, who grew up in Inner City Baltimore, kept trying to pet and then milk this fake cow (bull?).

When I told him it was a statue of a cow, he got all huffy and stormed off toward the (real) chicken coops and the giant oaks proudly displaying their recently rained-on Resurrection Fern. (Do you know about Resurrection Fern? It looks brown and dead until rain. Then it is gloriously alive.)

HR storming off.

“See”? HR asks, as if he caused the Resurrection Fern to resurrect.

When we got home, with our odds and ends we purchased at Cahill’s Market, Robert placed the few items on the cutting board for a photo op. The peppers and the tomato quickly scooted close to each other in a Group Hug.

If we could all be like vegetables!

Okay, sorry, if we could all be like fruits and vegetables.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 7/22/23 “No”

So this afternoon Robert and I enjoyed a Late Lunch of Smash-burgers at the Crispi Food Truck in front of local brewery Two Tides here in Savannah.

From their cool website.

Here’s HR negotiating the colorful stairs afterwards, sporting his expensive Braves jersey (don’t get me started), knee brace (long story) and little gay socks.

What? You can’t really see them and want a better look? Okay, no problem …

(I did a sneak photo after we got home.)

Well, after a long time getting down the stairs, we walked a bit in the cool and hip Starland District of Savannah. And we ran across this also cool and hip tattoo parlor/clothing boutique.

I love their … “entry requirements.”

If only every establishment in these United States of America could hold the same “entry requirements/blessings.”

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My Saturday Evening Post: 7/15/23 “Skyward!”

I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.

Over Barbour River earlier today when Robert and I were exploring the Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge about an hour south of us here in Savannah.

The sky is sometimes is a bit of a thief, stealing some glory from lakes. Also at Harris Neck earlier today.

Last night at Waterfront Park on Saint Simons Island.

HR, two ships and the sky, about an hour before the above picture.