I hope you’re having a good Last Day of Summer 2022.



I hope you’re having a good Last Day of Summer 2022.



On our morning walk in the mall today (with all the other “it’s-too-hot-to-walk-outside” old folks), HR and I came across this t-shirt in the window of one shop. Robert immediately suggested it for T-shirt Tuesday.

I didn’t quite get it at first. It just looked like an expensive Nike t-shirt.
But there was something about the first photo I took (capturing some neat reflections from behind) that exuded a bit of otherworldliness.

So I looked closer.

And closer.

Mentally removing the “Nike,” I appreciated the truthfulness of the quirky artwork.





Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad we are connected.

Life finds a way.
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.“


Light … come on in!
A blog category featuring meaningful (at least to me) quotations.

A lovely and aspirational truth.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything
Robert (aka HR) back in February and … his healing-from-pneumonia/Covid walks in Savannah squares near us.

Pulaski Square here. With his portable oxygen. And (notice his finger) his oxygen saturation thingy.


My fellow. All better today!
This blog category is the journaling and journey-ing of my quest to say (with cautious sincerity) “Hello, Anxiety” and to take a look at the condition from my “me-andering” views.
I recently came across this definition for anxiety, which rang so true for me.
“Anxiety — a condition in which the brain’s alarm bells keep on ringing, ringing, and ringing … Long after they have served any useful function.”
(from Transcendence: Healing and Transformation through Transcendental Meditation)

P.S. Just between us, I really don’t like some definitions, truthful though they may be.
“Just to be is a blessing; just to live is holy.” — Abraham Joshua Heschel
May you “be” tonight.
May we all “be.”


1. Realizing that some broken things CAN be fixed.

My special wooden “N” (for Neal) that I somehow dropped and splintered.

But now it’s back on the top of my Desires Board, next to Mr. Happy and down just a bit from my Yes Stick. (Okay, I can see your furrowed brow. During the pandemic, HR and I traveled to a bunch of Georgia State parks, where we went on many a hike. I would often see a Y-shaped stick or tree branch on the trail and tell Robert it was a Yes Stick, to pause and think of something to say “Yes!” to. On one marvel-ous hike at Tugaloo State Park, HR saw this Y Stick, brought it home and shellacked it for us. Yes! TMI?)


2. The incredible ability to walk (which I usually just take for granted). To be able to put one foot in front of the other … and go forward! Try it!
3. Finally finishing with Robert this week the eye-, mind- and heart-opening A New Origin Story: The 1619 Project.
A difficult but so important read about the role that slavery and racism played in our nation’s founding—and continues to play in the U.S. today.

I wish its meticulously documented truths could be taught in every high school.
5. Butterflies

Callaway Resort and Gardens, Pine Mountain, GA



4. Soap. (For sensitive skin)

I wish you a joyfully clean weekend ahead.