My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. My comforting twin meatloafs (meatloaves?) this week. One to eat, one to freeze.
2. Taste buds!
3. Yellow.
4. Grandson Daniel as “Marius” and the talented cast of Les Mis here in Savannah.
5. The TRUTH of this beautiful quote from Les Mis …
May you see the face of God this weekend.
Standing up for Truth and Justice
Long live the voice of protest against oppression.
I love to be happy. Don’t we all? And it doesn’t take much to make me so.
Over the weekend, HR and I traversed over to our favorite new Savannah bakery, Sweet Patricia’s. WE LOVE THIS PLACE!
Our breakfast was BEYOND delicious. But the piece de resistance was … the bathroom.
It exuded happiness.
On the way out, I told beautiful Morgan, the face of Sweet Patricia’s (at least on that day), that we claim the bathroom, and hope to move one of the tables into the bathroom next time we eat there.
Morgan responded: “We will reserve it for you!”
Like I said, it doesn’t take much.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Finishing with Robert perhaps one of the top three novels we’ve read together in the last ten years …
Oh my goodness, it’s hilarious, heartwarming, heartbreaking, a mystery, a treatise on our economy and banking system, a love story/love stories, an examination of the inevitably difficult dynamics of family. And a book FULL of surprises. I did not want it to end. I miss the characters. I highly recommend it!
What a joy to read a good book.
2. The 2023 Savannah Music Festival.
What a treat! Last night Robert and I went to a bluegrass event with incredible banjoes, fiddles and guitars.
(Just so you know, I played trombone in high school. Okay, I was 3rd chair. And I really never managed to march on the football field and play my instrument at the same time. But still.)
3. Air. Oxygen. Breath.
4. HR finally learning how to photograph me now that I’m 71.
5. This morning walking past my favorite old Savannah mansion which faces Forsyth Park.
May your weekend’s peace and joy be of mansion proportions.
1. Good quality blue cheese.
2. Finding beauty—even in a pollen-encrusted pond.
3. The amazing and usually taken-for-granted ability to go to a grocery store and buy food. What a privilege and joy!
4. Grandson Daniel running into one of his Savannah buddies in Manhattan last week when he was taking a prospective NYU student tour.
5. Speaking of buddies, here are our Travel Buddies.
Wait, I haven’t told you about them?! Three little stuffed animals that Robert and I have given to each other over the years. And they go with us on every one of our adventures.
May your weekend ahead be filled with adventure.
I love the truth of this quotation I saw on a fellow blogger’s post recently …
Because sometimes I think breathing may be the most significant thing I do during the day.
My daily snapshot of Robert’s and my 2023 trip to get away from Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebrations.
It is a rainy and cool St. Patrick’s Day here in Atlanta on day four of our little trek to get away from Savannah.
So we have enjoyed “indoor.” A workout at the Y and a hot tub soak. A little shopping. And now a lazy afternoon snuggled on the couch.
So resting comfortably, I send this blessing out to you all.
1. Being able to say “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” away from Savannah’s craziness today.
2. One of our local colleges, SCAD—the Savannah College of Art and Design—making the big time in Hollywood.
I taught international students at SCAD as an adjunct after retiring from full time college teaching.
3. The unexpected joy when I find a little nook and cranny in Savannah’s historic district which I had never seen before.
4. Our sense of touch. It is raining where we are in Atlanta at the moment, and I’m so thankful to be able to feel the drops on my face and hands as we dash out of our car running around the city.
5. Grilled peaches.
May you have a peachy weekend ahead.
My daily snapshot of Robert’s and my 2023 trip to get away from Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebrations.
We started off the day in the cabin with beyond-delicious molten center brownies we had gotten in Savannah at our new favorite bakery, Sweet Patricias.
Bloated, we headed about an hour away to my small hometown of Ball Ground and the town cemetery where my parents are buried.
For as long as I can remember, having been taught by my folks, I have enjoyed “decorating the graves” of family members. Each changing season and holiday would find us heading to the various cemeteries and graveyards, spending time reminiscing and laughing at wonderful memories.
After a great lunch at a local meat and three, Robert and I spent a little while at Ball Ground’s small but beautiful botanical garden.
Here’s a bench in honor of my dad.
On the way back to our state park cabin, we stopped by the Georgia National Cemetery. I guess today we were thinking about those who have gone before us.
We left in great admiration and respect for our military service men and women.
Back at Red Top Mountain, HR grilled hotdogs, then we rested by the fire.
May you have a restful evening ahead.
NealEnJoy 