A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
Leaving my yearly urological check-up recently (TMI?), I sat down by their little fountain pool (which was not working) …
I attempted to meditate a bit while waiting on an Uber.
But then I heard them and saw them …
Young white men dallying and splashing around in the cold February pool.
So yesterday, Robert and I cleaned up the old farmhouse in Southeast Georgia where we have been staying for the last month while our downtown Savannah place was being renovated.
Did the last of the laundry (no dryer) …
I actually enjoyed (well, for a temporary time) the sensation of hanging wet washing on the clotheslines among the Spanish Moss.
We started loading boxes and bags in the kitchen for the return trip.
Looked down and saw him …
Benny in the Box.
He was ready to go home.
Enjoyed our last fire (the place had no central heat).
Enjoyed our unusual but FUN time in the snow a couple of days ago…
Sampled the “attractions” in the tiny town of Springfield GA (pop. 2,874) …
Our favorite Coffee/Bakery/Breakfast place …
And outdoor in January grilling and eating between the cold spells.
A Joyous Adventure. Thank you, Universe/God/Whomever for Such a Splendid Stay.
And that’s My Saturday Evening Post.
Recently Robert and I were driving back from a day adventure at the fascinating Webb Wildlife Management Area in Garnett, SC when we looked off to the right and saw this …
Yes, I know, the scene is difficult to see clearly. So HR pulled to the side of the road, and we walked nearer.
But the brush was SO thick, and we couldn’t get very close.
Two old cars hidden in the woods.
There has to be a story here somewhere.
And that’s my hidden-story Saturday Evening Post.
As I mentioned before, Robert and I are staying at an old farmhouse in Effingham County, Georgia while our Savannah apartment is being renovated.
Here are a few photos to give you a taste of the personality of the farmhouse.
Marveling this morn at … Sunlight on Robert.
While our Downtown Savannah place is undergoing a much-needed kitchen and living room renovation, HR and I will be staying “out in the country” in an old farmhouse that belonged to the grandparents of a good friend of ours.
But back to Robert.
From December 1-25, I’ll be sharing a quote and its truth from John Fugelsang’s Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person’s Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists and Flock-Fleecing Frauds, the book Robert and I are currently and fascinatingly reading.
An odd Advent Calendar, of sorts.
Today Fugelsang reminds us that “The God of the Bible consistently takes an unambiguously compassionate stance toward immigrants and strangers.
Jesus commands individuals and nations to welcome the stranger and warns they’ll be judged by how well they do it.
Cruelty to immigrants, while deeply popular today, violates those tedious woke themes of compassion, justice, and inclusivity in both Old and New Testaments.
And before our conservative friends get upset, I acknowledge that societies need to have restrictions on who can enter. I’m not calling for open borders or amnesty; that was Ronald Reagan. But people can support restrictions on immigration without weaponizing the Bible to smear refugees or asylum seekers as criminals.
Humans don’t need to hate or scapegoat immigrants, and Christ followers aren’t technically allowed to.” p. 165
Thank you, John Fugelsang. Very True!
I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but when the guards weren’t looking, HR somehow managed to “confiscate” Van Gogh’s spectacular masterpiece (on the day of our ninth anniversary, no less). Then with his uncanny abilities, dastardly reduce the treasure to pin/brooch size!
He obviously didn’t think I would notice his new “pin” (he has a zillion).
But I did.
Here we are this morn at our hotel’s breakfast, Robert so casually enjoying his coffee, watching the news, not realizing I was documenting evidence.
Now I must decide what to do about all his travel shenanigans.
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