
If it weren’t for this display near the entrance to Kroger, I might have missed this IMPORTANT CELEBRATION!









If it weren’t for this display near the entrance to Kroger, I might have missed this IMPORTANT CELEBRATION!









Walking into The Fresh Market the other day, the first thing that greeted me was this, uh, spring display with, uh, colorful hyacinths.


Poor things.
I tried, but nothing I could say would cheer them UP.
I finally succeeded with this lively little ditty …

And that is my Saturday Evening Post.

Does anybody else take photos while you’re waiting in the exam room when you go to see the doctor?

No? Really? Why not?
Is this against HIPPA rules or something?
Well, this morning brought my yearly appointment at my ophthalmologist. Since it’s a new year, I’ve been making my rounds to various specialists. Haven’t you?

For some reason (reminder: talk to therapist about this), while I am waiting for the doctor—any doctor— to make her/his appearance, I get all giddy nervous and therefore anxiously try to figure out how to pass the time before she/he enters and aggressively takes my blood pressure or sticks a needle in me.
The answer? Intra-medical-office photography!

And I can’t quite figure out how to interpret this writing on yonder wall …

Huh?
“E.T. Phone home” maybe?
I’ll probably be getting a new eyeglass prescription.

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …




… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …

… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …

… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.

She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.


Well, I’m both moaning AND marveling this Monday morn.
I’m dealing with some frustratingly “I’m-getting-older!” arthritis issues, especially in my creaky knees.
My microwaveable heating pad is an indispensable MARVEL for temporary relief.

Benny is getting older as well—going on 16 now.

He needs the heating pad too.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. The delicious simplicity of a good hot dog.


2. Completing 1800 meditation sittings with my Happier app.


SURELY I should be a little more enlightened by now?!
3. The ability to … Stretch. I’m having some arthritis issues, and simple stretching often helps with the pain.
4. My old front door. It has welcomed us home many a time.

5. Benny needing his rest this morn (on my I’m-still-wearing-them Christmas jammies).



On St. Patrick’s Day, there’s nothing quite like a heartfelt and loving Irish Blessing …

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Watching this beautifully tall and obviously-in-love couple leaning toward each other at Amerson River Park in Macon, GA yesterday. (Robert and I were taking a walk, waiting for time to check into our Airbnb.)



May they live happily ever after.
2. Finishing a fascinating novel about the timely subject of trans men and women. Both hilarious and heartwarming. I’m so glad we found the book.

This is the 198th book Robert and I have read together.
May we continue to be able to read what we want to read in this nation – and not only what “the government” wants us to read.
3. The ability to feel — physically feel. I have been struggling with more arthritis pain than usual lately. Frustratingly, in several areas of my body. And I’m a big baby when it comes to pain.
As I was moaning and groaning recently, HR reminded me that at least I can feel. Some people can’t even do that. After fighting off the urge to inflict pain upon him, I realized he is right.
4. Once we settled into our Airbnb (three rooms of a crumbling but still beautiful Southern mansion in Macon’s Old Town), we went out onto the huge shared front porch …

… and were promptly welcomed by the Friendly Neighborhood Greeter.




5. Our Travel Buddies (who go with us everywhere) hovering under the tulips HR picked up to brighten our Airbnb.


May you pick up something to brighten your weekend ahead!

… for healthy, affordable eggs.



