My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Pretty purple blossoming in Savannah squares.
2. Courageous lawmakers who will heed the will of the people in our democracy.
May other states follow Washington’s lead.
3. Metal man hiding in the bushes near us.
4. Our incredible skin which envelopes our bodies and protects us so spectacularly.
5. Packing up our little gay gray car for a weekend trek down to Seminole State Park and the SAM Railroad to Plains, GA.
May your weekend be packed with good!
About an hour ago, Robert and I arrived at our Seminole State Park cottage in southwest Georgia on the Florida and Alabama border.
It’s overcast and raining with a threat of severe weather.
We’ve been to this park before and love it, one major reason being the prevalence of our favorite tree, the Longleaf Pine.
Here are a few pines outside our door along the shore of a finger of Lake Seminole. They are swaying gently and singing with the wind in the evening rain.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. My comforting twin meatloafs (meatloaves?) this week. One to eat, one to freeze.
2. Taste buds!
3. Yellow.
4. Grandson Daniel as “Marius” and the talented cast of Les Mis here in Savannah.
5. The TRUTH of this beautiful quote from Les Mis …
May you see the face of God this weekend.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. My Hambone Soup last night, made from the leftover Easter ham.
And for some reason, out of the blue, when I was making the cornbread, I remembered that my mother used to put a heaping teaspoon of mayonnaise into the batter. Makes it creamier.
2. Grandson Daniel opening tonight in a three-week run of Les Mis here in Savannah. He plays the role of Marius.
3. The wonderful ability to Remember.
4. Incredibly aromatic jasmine blossoming all over Savannah.
5. Fun lunch today with Robert’s daughter Stennesha.
May you have a yummy weekend ahead.
Walking along the Savannah River near us, Robert and I came upon this stretch of “weeds” pushing, rising, bursting forth with colorful, flowering life through man’s concrete and bricks.
So today was/is HR’s (Husband Robert’s) dad’s birthday. He would have been 77 today. Here we all are down at Fernandina Beach, FL a few years ago.
And here’s Robert and his dad … more than a few years ago.
Rest in Peace, Robert John Smith, Sr.
I love to be happy. Don’t we all? And it doesn’t take much to make me so.
Over the weekend, HR and I traversed over to our favorite new Savannah bakery, Sweet Patricia’s. WE LOVE THIS PLACE!
Our breakfast was BEYOND delicious. But the piece de resistance was … the bathroom.
It exuded happiness.
On the way out, I told beautiful Morgan, the face of Sweet Patricia’s (at least on that day), that we claim the bathroom, and hope to move one of the tables into the bathroom next time we eat there.
Morgan responded: “We will reserve it for you!”
Like I said, it doesn’t take much.
This is why I never learned to fly an airplane …
Seriously?
If I were actually flying that plane, the only survivor would probably be the cobra.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert’s preposterously delicious beef pot pie from the other night.
2. Our buddy and theology student August and his beautiful black shawl.
3. The belief that our nation is strong enough to withstand the right (and left) extremists.
4. Attending the surprise 70th birthday party at Midtown Sports for buddy “Fluff.”
5. Balanced rest.
May your weekend ahead be exactly what you want it to be.
NealEnJoy 