“Tea-d”

“Tea-d”

A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … Fried Chicken.

At one our our fav little homey farm/restaurants, about 20 minutes over the Savannah River in Bluffton, SC.



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!
“Cleaning”



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.
“Preparation”

(More detail in this week’s upcoming Five Friday Happy Bringers.)
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.

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.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Summer Salads just keep on coming.


2. An HR-planned date night.

We went down to Plant Riverside, had dinner, watched the ships and enjoyed a terrific jazz concert.




3. Being thankful for a new chiropractor who is helping me with my lower back and arthritis issues. I walked out of his office yesterday morning with NO PAIN for the rest of the day.
4. Laughing at the craziness of both Halloween and Thanksgiving already making an appearance. And in this summer heat!

5. Tomato sandwiches!




I hope you have much to be “thanksgiving for” this weekend!