Laughter is medicine for the soul.
… the more the concept of a good picture of myself changes.
This evening, for instance, I walked the block or so from our place here in Historic District Savannah to sit up on the bluff from the Savannah River and read.
OK, OK, maybe it’s not The Iliad. But it is a whole bunch of escapist fun.
For some inexplicable reason, I decided to take a selfie …
And there you go — an Older Age Portrait.
HAPPY MONDAY EVENING FROM SAVANNAH!
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
So because of Hurricane Helene and NO POWER, Robert and I had to get outta Dodge (well, Savannah). So we hightailed it over to Columbus, Georgia, where younger daughter Emily lives.
Before going over to visit (and bother) Emily, we drove to downtown Columbus and the Chattahoochee River to see what we heard was “a tumultuous scene.” This “scene” was caused by the city having to open the floodgates to relieve the pressure, so as to avert further dangerous flooding in the Columbus area.
“Open the floodgates?” Perhaps you didn’t know Columbus had a dam. (Yes I said the word … “dam”— alternate spelling, “damn.”)
OK, enough of this silly rigamarole.
Here’s a short film, entitled “The Two R’s – the Damn River and Robert” …
As you can probably tell, Robert had no idea I was producing this award-winning film. 
But there he is, in a rather proud posture.
So a while back, grandson Daniel (young Savannah actor/singer—and now high school senior) played one of his most serious and evil roles so far. (And he’s been in over three dozen plays, since he started acting as a little kid.)
For this play, Daniel did not get a leading role. He was a supporting actor, the dastardly Mayor Josiah Dobbs, in Steve Martin’s very serious musical Bright Star.
Here he is (far left) in a light moment during rehearsals with his three best buddies, all in the play.
But Daniel’s character was anything but light. When the mayor’s son got a girl pregnant, Mayor Dobbs intervened and stole the baby from the mother’s arms. (More about THAT hideous heist in a minute.)
Robert and I went to opening night, and the play was VERY well done, especially for a high school performance.
The second night, too, went swimmingly.
But the closing matinee, well, was quite a different story.
Let me have Daniel explain. The short video below is actually part of D’s prescreens/prep for musical theatre college applications. For a portion called “the wildcard,” Daniel took a risk and decided to explain about what went wrong with the closing performance of Bright Star.
Yes, at least Daniel got to keep the head as a bizarre “souvenir”!
Next up, Daniel is Shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love here in Savannah.
P.S. Here’s the feedback Daniel got about his “wildcard” from the folks he’s working with in New York:
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Daughter Amy and son-in-law Scott hamming it up by the river near their house.
2. HR suggesting we drive over to nearby Tybee Island for an evening walk on the beach.
And look! Another riveting film in my long-running canon of riveting films, this one starring the Atlantic Ocean, the Tybee Pier and HR. 
3. The ability to WALK. What a blessing! I encourage you, wherever you are and if possible, to stand up and walk around a bit. What a miracle!
4. Sunlight on grass.
5. My fellow.
May you have an Ocean of Weekend Fun ahead.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
Gloriously colorful, geometric shapes everywhere!
2. The ongoing belief that our bodies know how to be well and are always trying to move toward wellness.
3. Colorful carrots!
I made a delicious new dish, Maple Roasted Rainbow Carrots with Fennel Seeds, with some of them.
4. Our “Travel Buddies.” Have I told you about them? Three silly little stuffed animals HR and I have given each other over the years. But they travel with us EVERYWHERE we go.
I’ll do a blog post about some of their adventures soon.
5. Friday!
Joyful weekend ahead for you!
I’m MARVELING this morning. Let me explain.
So HR has NEVER had a WARM (important adjective) HOMEMADE (second important adjective) BANANA PUDDING!
I felt so sorry for Robert’s culinarily sad deprivation that I got straight to work.
Of course he had to put his two cents in, asking for (demanding) Chessmen Butter cookies in addition to classic vanilla wafers …
… which made me a little mad, but good husband that I am, I plowed ahead.
Before the oven …
And now for the meringue …
For some inexplicable reason, HR decided to video me spreading the meringue …
Wasn’t that riveting?
Now wait with me for 15 minutes till the peaks brown.
Ta Da!
MARVELous!
Seriously, shouldn’t I be a guru by now?!
Today I hit my 1000th mindful day of meditation!
Feeling a little proud of myself, I scrunched down and got all mindful … about a congratulatory and summery peach milkshake.
Tomorrow … 1000 and 1.
A funny, slightly irreverent and heartwarmingly truthful look at the various ways of seeing who Jesus “was” …
There are 3 good arguments that Jesus was BLACK:
1. He called everyone brother
2. He liked Gospel
3. He didn’t get a fair trial
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was JEWISH:
1. He went into His Father’s business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was ITALIAN:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
3. He used olive oil
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a CALIFORNIAN:
1. He never cut His hair
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an AMERICAN INDIAN:
1. He was at peace with nature
2. He ate a lot of fish
3. He talked about the Great Spirit
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was IRISH:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was MEXICAN:
1. He treated his mama like she was a saint.
2. He always wore llantas and a serape.
3. He was a carpenter who could fix anything.
But the most compelling evidence of all – 3 proofs that Jesus was a WOMAN:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment’s notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn’t get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do.
(Robert found this somewhere on the internet but couldn’t remember where.)
“Yellow”
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