I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.
My Saturday Evening Post: 7/15/23 “Skyward!”
Category: My Saturday Evening Post
My Saturday Evening Post 5/13/23 “Thank You”
I’m Thankful to live in Savannah’s National Historic Landmark District, where daily walks never fail to reveal yet another source of marvel-worthy beauty.
As I’ve said before, HR and I live off Washington Square, the northeastern most of our 22 extant squares. It’s the tiny green one in the upper righthand corner on the map below. Across from the Savannah River.
The historic district is a walker’s dream, with surprises hidden down tiny lanes and in secret gardens.
Here a few sightings from our midday walk.
And a bit of gratitude and love to Jimmy Carter …
Thankful & Peaceful Saturday to you all.
P.S. I even thought some “weeds” were pretty, perched proudly at the curb, their dynamic green exuding roadside royalty.
My Saturday Evening Post 4/8/23 “This is Why”
This is why I never learned to fly an airplane …
Seriously?
If I were actually flying that plane, the only survivor would probably be the cobra.
My Saturday Evening Post 4/1/23 “Never More”
I recently finished the book Anxious People. And I love this bittersweet bit of dialogue about holding hands with our little ones.
“Have you ever held a three-year-old by the hand on the way home from preschool?“
“No.”
“You’re never more important than you are then.“
What truth!
My Saturday Evening Post: 3/25/23 “Salut!”
This morning Greene Square near us here in Historic District Savannah hosted the annual Spring Equinox Brunch. Glorious!
Oh my gosh. Such springtime fun as we proclaimed a hearty “Salut!” to Spring 2023.
My Saturday Evening Post: 2/11/23 “Misspelling for Justice”
Recently Robert and I were walking in our favorite Savannah library, Bull Street, when we came upon this poster …
Yes. Yes. Yes.
In spite of what the right-wing extremists say, we should be able to read what we want to read, as should our children.
My Saturday Evening Post: 1/14/23 “Evil-less Cat”
Here’s Benny comforting it out on a soft-cushioned chair. With the much-lauded Three Monkeys just to the left of his behind.
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Butt don’t the wrong impression. Benny means no disrespect with his behind positioned monkey-way.
He’s actually quite taken with them. Before Benny’s nap, they introduced and explained themselves:
“[We] three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim, embodying the proverbial principle ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’. [We] are Mizaru, covering [my] eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering [my] ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering [my] mouth, who speaks no evil.
There are various meanings ascribed to [us] monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action. In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. Outside Japan [our] names are sometimes given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, as the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals. [We] monkeys are Japanese macaques, a common species in Japan.” Scholarly Community Encyclopedia.
“Seriously?” asked an incredibly impressed and slightly intimidated Benny.
“Yes. What’s your story?”
Benny thought for a second before answering hesitantly. “Well, back in the day, Daddy Robert picked me from a friend’s litter of about a dozen of us kitties.”
The three monkeys just stood there, with hands all over their faces.
That’s when Benny went to sleep.
My Saturday Evening Post: 1/7/23 “I? Spy?”
I think maybe in 2023, I’ll become a spy. I’m retired, so I have some free time on my hands. How hard could it be?
Please ignore this post. Because I don’t think spies are supposed to tell people that they are spies, right?
My Saturday Evening Post: 12/17/22 “Nutcracker”
Here’s our newest ornament we bought on our fun-filled weekend trip to see the Atlanta Ballet’s “The Nutcracker.”
(Please notice HR’s new Christmas tree pants. But don’t be upset; he still has his Santa pants.)
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