My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall doors here in Savannah.

2. Onions!

3. Green life.

4. Our incredible ability to set goals and make plans.
5. Granddaughter Madison climbing, climbing.

May you climb up to a terrific weekend ahead.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall doors here in Savannah.

2. Onions!

3. Green life.

4. Our incredible ability to set goals and make plans.
5. Granddaughter Madison climbing, climbing.

May you climb up to a terrific weekend ahead.

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.

And Thank You, for your Longstanding Ethical and Kind Leadership.

“Thanks, but I’ll just wait till I get home.“
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. The Terrific Tomato Tart Robert and I made this week with tomatoes from nearby Davis Produce.





2. Watching the Braves beat the Cardinals 8-5 at Truist Park last night.



3. The ability to laugh at ourselves and not take ourselves so seriously.
4. Grandson Daniel “being all shy” singing The National Anthem at the yearly kickoff celebration of the United Way of the Coastal Empire at the Savannah Convention Center.
Practicing the day before …

The event …


You can hear him here …
I asked his mom, Amy, if Daniel gets nervous at large events such as this.
“He’s not the slightest bit nervous. But I am a wreck until it’s over.”
5. Living in a world with so many wonderful books to read. Here is the current novel HR and I are reading together. Robert does most of the driving, so I read aloud. This is our 178th book together.

(May the book banners be banned.)
And may your weekend ahead be a personal anthem of joy and freedom.
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.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR’s homemade version of the Egg McMuffin. Really good!


(Should I make him apply for a job at McDonald’s?)
2. Surviving Idalia here in my Savannah.

But nothing too bad where we are near the river. Thanksgiving!
3. This article about trees in Atlanta. PLEASE READ IT. It’s so much more than just about trees.

Here’s the link:
4. My (and your) ability to make decisions. To weigh pros and cons.
5. The Joy of Friday. Maybe it’s because I am a retired educator, but every Friday morning brings me a bit of unfiltered joy, the beginning of the weekend!

May this Friday introduce a joyous weekend ahead for you.








A new blog category examining the frightening, exhilarating processes of our inevitable aging.
So here I am, sitting in my ever-faithful study chair …

… re-reading Andrew Weil’s Healthy Aging.

I first bought and read the book back in 2005 …

… when I was a young 53.
And now that I am a young … 71, I am understanding Weil better than before.

For this first post in the new category, I’ll let Weil speak:
“To age gracefully means to let nature take its course while doing everything in our power to delay the onset of age-related disease, or in other words, to live as long and as well as possible, then have a rapid decline at the end of life.”
I like that Aging Agenda.
HR and I belong to a wonderful church here in Savannah, Asbury Memorial. Recently we lost our church’s matriarch, Miss Virginia, at 99 years of age. On Sunday we celebrated her long incredible life.

Miss Virginia sang in the church choir up until a month before her demise. She lived “as long and as well as possible.”
Healthy Aging to Us All!