Posted in Family

Pre-K is A-Okay!

Today was granddaughter Isabelle‘s first day of pre-K.

Isabelle’s expression … “I’m not so sure about this school thing.“

“Welcome to school, Isabelle. We’re SO glad you’re here.”
Hall-walking with big brother and sister, Matthew and Madison.

A great first day of school! So much to learn. So much to do.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 8/5/22

1. Fresh South Georgia okra (my favorite summer vegetable—read more about that truth here) and corn. From Davis Produce not too far from us.

2. Grandtwins Madison and Matthew and their 10th birthday.

They are pure joy.

They each had their own cake.

3. Understanding that each new day, when we wake up, is a gift. A gift to be cherished.

4. Robert and a black cat.

This is “Little Kitty,” my daughter Amy and son-in-law Scott’s cat. We took care of him when Amy and fam (big fam) were down at Universal Studios.

5. My little closet. It’s just mine.

And it reveals how I am a clothing minimalist (Do you really need more than about 30 items of clothing?) Actually I am an everything minimalist. But more about that later.

I hope your upcoming weekend is met with joy, good health, and wonder.

Posted in Encouragement

The Car’s Blessing

So HR and i were driving home from T.J. Maxx a little while ago, after shopping for a new Gratitude Journal for me …

I’m not sure what the “A” stands for, but it was only $2.99.

Robert‘s attitude, when I found the little journal, indicated that he thought it was kind of too tiny for a journal and sort of sissy-ish. I took that as a great compliment and immediately purchased it.

But that’s all off the subject. So we were driving home, stopped at a red light and saw this …

Wait. Let me get a little closer.

A little bit closer.

Isn’t that gloriously cool?

A blessing from the car in front of us!

I receive it!

And pass it on to you. So look for the good!

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #12

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So last night HR and I were at Bar Food Sports, one of our very favorite Savannah restaurants/bars.

We ordered the Carolina barbecue wings (extra veggies, with both blue cheese and ranch dressing, because we so disagree about that—causing near-relationship-ending issues), with a side of spring rolls. I know, I know, that’s mixing cultures and all kinds of things.

I was minding my own business, enjoying the vibe, when, lo and behold, I reached for a spring roll artistically placed on a bed of shredded lettuce, took a bite, asked Robert for a quick little kiss, looked down and saw this …

Both our last names start with S. “Saye” for me, “Smith” for HR.

“The universe must be telling us something!!!” I over-enthusiastically semi-shouted to Robert.

He stared at me, as if I were a child, picked up a wing and gnawed it to the bone.