Happy Pride from Savannah’s Forsyth Park.
Yes, I know. Pride is traditionally celebrated in the month of June. But it’s SO warm down here in south Georgia that we opt to have it in October. But today was a VERY warm October day.
HR is having to drink Key Lime water for health reasons lately, and the little orbs have fascinated me for some reason.
Maybe it’s their Small Size or their Sensational Scent.
One of the joys of living in downtown historic district Savannah is that the walks NEVER get old. And are ongoingly (Is that a word?) beautiful.
The other day, Robert had a chiropractor appointment nearby, so I went with him, but then took the opportunity to walk around that particular little neighborhood.
Here’s a sampling of what I saw.
My favorite house I came across:
And look at its side yard!
And here’s a little place, still with a bit of character.
Okay, HR’s finished. Gotta go.
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.
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!
I love this photo from this afternoon. Grandson Daniel, young Savannah actor/singer, hugging my ex-wife Donna, his Nana, after performing as the (really, REALLY) bad guy in the musical “Bright Star.”
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.
Why oh why, with all of my arthritis, couldn’t there be a …
PAIN UNAWARENESS MONTH?!
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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