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!
Sometimes things just don’t go your way.
I ran across this scene while shopping at Herb Creek Nursery here in Savannah today.
So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.
But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
See them? Two little chicken heads.
When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.
But Robert had … adopted them.
I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”
Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths
“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.
“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!
He explained this with absolute thrill.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.
Robert just stared back.
“Thanks, but I’ll just wait till I get home.“
Why oh why, with all of my arthritis, couldn’t there be a …
PAIN UNAWARENESS MONTH?!
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a BIG plant and a little plant.
Working on our front-of-the-apartment “garden” today.
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.
Grandson Daniel is dating a girl … two years older than he is.
So today, after buying the winning ticket for Monday Night’s $1.5 billion Mega Millions Lottery …
… a distressing thought occurred to me, interrupting my more-pleasant day dream about the hippest colors for matching Land Rovers for Robert and me. The Distressing Thought:
“What if, because of some Freak Accident by The Universe, I DON’T WIN?!”
After hyperventilating and falling into the depths of despair far too long for a man of my age, I finally came to my senses, realizing that there’s more than one way to get 1.5 billion dollars. Duh.
Then, Creative that I am, it didn’t take me long to come up with a viable Plan B.
A PICKLE BUSINESS!
Right?! Yes?! You with me?
I got to work, feeling so lucky that HR and I had just purchased some beautiful fancy cucumbers.
TIB (Truth in Blogging): Robert prepped the cucumbers, using his Fancy Stainless Steel Kitchen Mandoline Slicer thingy, which he won’t let me ANYWHERE near. He says I would kill myself because of my wandering attention span.
See? You’re believing in me now, I bet.
The name of my new $1.5 Billion Pickle Company?
“NEAL’S DILLS,” of course.
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