My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall with HR.
2. My eyeglasses. WHAT would I do without them?!
3. Big pretzels.
4. Roses. White-ish.
5. Our breath. Each second. Each second. Each second.
May you breathe easily this weekend.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
Happy Beautifully Lucky Friday the 13th!
1. A couple of Fall Doors near us …
2. HR and me (I?) shopping at Herb Creek Nursery here in Savannah.
3. The delicious simplicity of pasta sauce …
4. Our toes!
Look down and thank them real quick.
5. Incredible books!
May this weekend be a Garden of Joy for you!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall doors here in Savannah.
2. Onions!
3. Green life.
4. Our incredible ability to set goals and make plans.
5. Granddaughter Madison climbing, climbing.
May you climb up to a terrific weekend ahead.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Dried Lavender.
2. Resurrection Fern in Savannah’s old live oaks.
3. The ability to drive a car. And the blessing of having a car to drive.
4. The Joy of just Sitting.
5. Elegant Simplicity.
May this last weekend of September/first weekend of October be a joyful and healthy tiny nook in your life.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert and a shy panda at Zoo Atlanta on Monday.
2. Water lilies at The Atlanta History Center.
3. Our Fantastic Feet.
4. Only one more week till my favorite season, Fall!
5. Benny and a Box.
May you and a beautiful weekend ahead be a sure, snug fit.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. The Terrific Tomato Tart Robert and I made this week with tomatoes from nearby Davis Produce.
2. Watching the Braves beat the Cardinals 8-5 at Truist Park last night.
3. The ability to laugh at ourselves and not take ourselves so seriously.
4. Grandson Daniel “being all shy” singing The National Anthem at the yearly kickoff celebration of the United Way of the Coastal Empire at the Savannah Convention Center.
Practicing the day before …
The event …
You can hear him here …
I asked his mom, Amy, if Daniel gets nervous at large events such as this.
“He’s not the slightest bit nervous. But I am a wreck until it’s over.”
5. Living in a world with so many wonderful books to read. Here is the current novel HR and I are reading together. Robert does most of the driving, so I read aloud. This is our 178th book together.
(May the book banners be banned.)
And may your weekend ahead be a personal anthem of joy and freedom.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR’s homemade version of the Egg McMuffin. Really good!
(Should I make him apply for a job at McDonald’s?)
2. Surviving Idalia here in my Savannah.
But nothing too bad where we are near the river. Thanksgiving!
3. This article about trees in Atlanta. PLEASE READ IT. It’s so much more than just about trees.
Here’s the link:
4. My (and your) ability to make decisions. To weigh pros and cons.
5. The Joy of Friday. Maybe it’s because I am a retired educator, but every Friday morning brings me a bit of unfiltered joy, the beginning of the weekend!
May this Friday introduce a joyous weekend ahead for you.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert’s morning fruit bowl. Yellow watermelon, cantaloupe and white flesh peaches.
2. Doctors. I am seeing a new chiropractor who is helping me with my lower back pain.
3. Late summer beauty.
4. This terrifically true quote about joy.
5. The often taken-for-granted, amazing ability to remember.
May you have a memorable (in a good way!) weekend ahead.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. So Robert and I LOVE our local Bull Street Library. We are there FAR more often than normal people. Recently we discovered the library has a little program called The Spice Club. (I’m so glad it isn’t The Fight Club.) They feature a different spice every month or so. And they give you a little history of the spice, two or three recipes, and the spice itself!
Our first spice upon “joining” was Galangal. Okay, I know, I had never heard of it either. It’s a kissing cousin of Ginger. The recipe we chose to make was a delicious salmon dish.
The second spice … Black Peppercorn. We made two of the recipes. First, South African Chocolate Pepper Cookies. Differently Yum!
Here you go …
The second recipe, Citrus Melon Caprese with Black Pepper.
It was a hit! We will make it again and again.
We just got the latest spice … Dill. Here’s the little package you get each time there’s a new spice.
I think I’ll run for President of the Spice Club! Will you vote for me?
2. Our sense of Smell. Spices have such incredible aromas! Make a dash into your kitchen and take a whiff of two or three.
3. Dahlias.
4. The beauty of wood.
5. This fifth Happy Bringer may be a tad demented.
As you may remember from my “Hello Anxiety” posts, I drive about an hour north of Savannah every other week to see my therapist … “Rubi.” (What?! You don’t remember that?)
His office is in a beautiful old house on one of Statesboro’s main streets. And there’s something about the physicality and energy of the place that often grabs my attention when Robert drops me off. (On second thought, maybe I’m just trying to get my labored breathing to calm down a bit before “the talk” and more Neal-revelations.)
Well, yesterday I walked up the steps onto the screened porch and saw this:
Lo and behold. The vine (Virginia Creeper? Surely not a poison something or other!) had somehow trickishly/roguishly made his (her? Virginia’s?) way up through the porch floorboards and onto the innocent ivory rocking chair. WHERE CLIENTS/PATIENTS ARE SILENTLY INVITED TO SIT BEFORE VENTURING INSIDE.
Well, I had left my Hazmat suit back in the closet in Savannah, so I said No to the Sit and hightailed it through the door of the Amityville house to the reception area, locking the door securely behind me.
But there is something eerily wondrous, even edgy beautiful, about the determined little vine, don’t you think?
May you have a weekend Peppered with Joy and Peace.
NealEnJoy 