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?
Robert and I are off to a delicious new year …
How? By charcutering, of course! Dinner tonight …
Grandson Daniel and his good buddy Aiden, after completely failing to be able to stay on their feet and ice skate at the civic center here in Savannah …
The older I get, the more I like pictures like this that Robert took today at our hiking outing at beautiful Wormsloe Historic Site just outside Savannah.
See? The emphasis is on the early evening light falling on the old cast-iron fence. And NOT on my now-completely white hair or deepening wrinkles.
May the Very Merriest of Christmases flow your way!
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … his wings.
My Seraph
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Priestly Peaceful Fun
Yesterday, three of my grandchildren were baptized in the beautiful St. Thomas Episcopal Church, on Isle of Hope (isn’t that a cool name for a community?) near Savannah.
After the service, during picture-taking time with the Bishop, he paused to show the children his balancing skills with his staff (or “crosier”).
The kids and adults all joined God in laughing, appreciatively.
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.)
SantaPants
(Can that be one word?)
