As in “The Ball Drops.”
Grandson Gabriel loving his high school basketball career. He’s a sophomore.
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With B Balls often Dropping …
G plays tonight in the championship game of an area holiday tournament.
Living in Savannah, with water all around, we love us Some Seafood!
Tonight Robert had leftover Low Country Boil (from our Christmas Day “New Traditional” Supper) …
While I was a bit more classy — Mussels with tomato, garlic and white wine sauce (ridiculously easy and quick to prepare) …
Beyond delicious!
It takes muscles to eat mussels!
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What a Joyful Meal.
And a few of Robert’s more artsy shell photos …
Interesting that HR will not eat them, but he has no problem taking photos of them.
A blog category of photos I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … the Salvation Army fellow, dancing at Rockefeller Center near the skating rink.
So Robert and I were in Manhattan recently on a little Amtrak day trip from our anniversary sojourn to Philadelphia.
After our incredible anniversary lunch at Del Frisco’s …
… we walked out the door to the iconic skating rink and saw him … dancing …
And of course, Robert had to join him.
🎶 From the bottom of my heart. 🎶
Marveling!
So the other evening Robert and I drove over to daughter Amy‘s house on Skidaway Island (Savannah) to walk doggy Coastal while her fam was out of town.
When Coastal, HR and I started meandering toward the next-door neighbor’s house, we saw this …
Wait, you need it in color. So let’s send Robert closer.
Either very cute or terrifying! This Rudolph has to be the biggest reindeer in the history of the world.
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I was so startled that a few of my photos came out quirky because of my nervously, shaking hands …
Or did that Holiday Giant have special Holiday Powers?
We urged Coastal to finish her business quickly and hastened our way back to the safe house.
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We left Coastal and her brother-from-another-mother Little Kitty at peace and watching the chimney with care.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Very neat seasonal looks everywhere you turn.
2. Holidays and Seasonal Changes.
3. Robert’s Recent Rescue.
So the other afternoon HR and I drove over to Jesup GA to one of our very favorite Christmas Tree farms, Days of Creation.
We bought a pretty fresh wreath.
When we got home, Robert put the wreath, along with some branches of spruce, in our shower (!) to freshen them up with some cold water. (Some things in a marriage you simply put up with.)
In another room, I heard him yell/squeal, “Neal, look!”
It took me a minute to see the little fellow.
“What are you doing?!” I asked.
“I’m rescuing him, of course.”
His new home outside our door.
4. These amazing little slider hotdogs we had yesterday for lunch at local Sly’s Sliders and Fries.
5. Nearby church spires at dusk here in Savannah.
May you look around and see some Peaceful Beauty this last weekend before Christmas.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
Robert and I have been up in Philadelphia this week for an anniversary getaway, so most of my Happy Bringers are found within our travel.
1. First, a few photographic mistakes I made during the week. Which are actually sort of cool.
2. Delicious and messy Philly Cheesesteak at Pat’s King of Steaks (who supposedly created the iconic sandwich).
3. The Joy of being able to travel a bit. Everybody certainly doesn’t have the luxury.
4. Well, …
5. Unbeknown to HR and me while planning our Philadelphia trek … landing smack dab in the center of Philly’s Gayborhood.
Iconic gay bookstore, Giovanni’s Room, a short walk away.
May you have a Grand and Gay Weekend ahead!
P.S. As I write this post, Robert and I are on the Midnight Train to Georgia. (We arrive in Atlanta early morn.)
“[We’re] leaving (leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia (leaving on a midnight train)
Hmm, yeah
Said [we’re] going back (going back to find)
To a simpler place and time (and when [we take] that ride)
Oh yes, [we are]”
I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but when the guards weren’t looking, HR somehow managed to “confiscate” Van Gogh’s spectacular masterpiece (on the day of our ninth anniversary, no less). Then with his uncanny abilities, dastardly reduce the treasure to pin/brooch size!
He obviously didn’t think I would notice his new “pin” (he has a zillion).
But I did.
Here we are this morn at our hotel’s breakfast, Robert so casually enjoying his coffee, watching the news, not realizing I was documenting evidence.
Now I must decide what to do about all his travel shenanigans.
NealEnJoy 