Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 1/11/25 “The Highest Bidder?”

So back in 1985 I started saving my yearly/monthly calendars.

I’m not sure why.

So that makes … what? Forty years in 2025.

I suppose it started out as just a way to remember birthdays, appointments, to do’s and other important (or unimportant) dates I was prone to forget. This was before the days of “Siri, remind me ….”

But it morphed into jottings of my hopes and dreams, my frustrations, my successes, my problems, my New Year’s Resolutions (difficult to look back over today), my very … non-Facebook life.

As I skim through the pages of years/years of pages, I see emerging themes: family, children, travel, career, wife, ex-wife, coming out, husband, grandchildren, parental deaths, medical issues, joy, sorrow … Life.

I’m not sure what to do with them. Leave them to my daughters? Burn them?

The National Enquirer? People Magazine? The highest bidder?

Here’s to my new calendar for 2025 and whatever it may bring.

May your 2025 calendar be filled with Good.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post. 1/11/2025.

Posted in Encouragement

Nothing Gold

Robert and I live in an old 1800’s apartment building in Historic District Savannah, so we don’t have much garden space. But we do what we can. (Correction: HR manages most of the “doing.”)

Here’s our little Japanese maple as she decided to “seasonally change” her outerwear recently.

Isn’t she gorgeous?!

I told her, EXCITEDLY, that she was simply LOVELY in her shimmering gold, thinking she would receive the compliment graciously.

And she did. Sort of. The she smiled, as wise sentient beings often do and said with patience (which wise sentient beings often have): “Neal” (I was thrilled she knew my name), “seasonal change, as you call it, is a part of life. We all go through it.”

“And sometimes it strips you bare.”

“Oh Gosh”

My smile drooped a bit. I wasn’t really keen on that part of our convo.

“It’s a part of life,” she said with no trepidation in her voice.

Maple got me to thinking, and I know I have probably used this poem far too often in my blog, but it SO resonates with me, especially as I’m getting … older and “seasonally changing.”

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

Here are a few of Robert’s photos of Maple and her “seasonal change.”

May we all “seasonally change” so gracefully.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 10/18/24

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Enjoying the cooler fall weather here in Savannah.

2. Speaking of cooler weather, HR driving us over to Tybee Island yesterday evening to see/experience the beautiful Hunter Moon rising “from” the Atlantic ocean.

Get ready. Here she comes!

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One of HR’s photos

3. After the Moon Spectacular, we headed to the very ocean-hip Sea Wolf Tybee bar and restaurant …

… for their gourmet hot dogs. I stayed seawater simple with their Classic dog …

While Robert (as usual) got all fancy with their Chicago dog.

For some reason, I ALWAYS have to look into the restrooms at quirky restaurants. Why? Their bathrooms often mirror the quirkiness of the rest of the place.

Sea Wolf certainly came through. When you close the bathroom door, there is a hot dog costume hanging there. (I wondered if anyone ever tried it on and sashayed back to their table.)

I didn’t look too closely at the bloody looking costume to hot dog’s right.

And look what we found out on the patio.

A hot dog wreath, of course.

And hats for witches.

Or warlocks.

OK, I really need to stop this Frankfurter Foolishness.

4. Robert’s monochromal kitty Benny. 

5. And grandson Daniel in final rehearsals as young Shakespeare in the upcoming play Shakespeare in Love.

Hope you have a hotdog of a weekend ahead!

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #43”

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.