Along a recent hike at our nearby Skidaway Island State Park, Savannah GA.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
My Saturday Evening Post: 9/27/25 “Enough Said”
Tag: Life experiences
Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/26/25
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. This lovely little harbinger of serenity who peacefully greets me each time I walk into our bathroom.
No, no, not the patriotic wise owl on the top shelf. Look closer, down in the lower left.
In light and shadow, she welcomes me.
(But I’m trying to get her a better working environment.)
2. My beautifully shirted HR and this amazing cinnamon roll we had the other morning at a new restaurant near us, The Municipal Bar, inside a new hotel, The Municipal, which is a gorgeous revamp of an old city building where we used to pay our water bill. TMI?
3. The ability to taste. Isn’t that sense just absolutely amazing?!
4. Experiencing the Fall season, even inside the house. Here’s our pretty mature fiddle leaf fig.
She has been shedding a few leaves lately—but then again, haven’t we all?
For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to simply throw the leaves away.
So I looked around and plopped them in our little wall vase.
And actually found them quite beautiful in their color-changing Autumnal phase.
Look at the chlorophyll saying goodbye.
Robert (so very helpfully) reminded me recently that I too am in my Fall/Autumn Phase.
After I started speaking to him again, I thought about it and decided to hope that my chlorophyll stays bright and green for a while longer.
5. Getting successfully through an intracept procedure earlier this week (a type of back surgery, which hopefully will help my lower back pain).
Is it legal for HR to take photos in a surgery center? I would have yelled at him, but I was a bit out of it.
(More about THAT entire experience in an upcoming post.)
May you have some non-surgical fun this weekend.
One-Word Wednesday 9/24/25
“Sticks”
Sometimes Overweight …
… Is Good
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 9/14/25
You Know You’re Getting Older …
… when your daughter asks you to pose AS A SENIOR CITIZEN for some “professional photos” for new advertising for the Savannah medical company she founded and runs, Coastal Care Partners.
It took all my acting chops to pull off such a difficult and challenging role.
Here’a a link to Amy’s very cool business website:
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 8/25/25
Both moaning and marveling a bit this Monday.
Robert and I are grandson-, doggie- and house-sitting for Daughter Amy and Scott while they take Grandson Daniel off to his freshman year of college.
One of the duties is taking Coastal for walks.
And even though it’s less than a month from the beginning of fall, it’s still HOT here in Savannah — 88 with a real feel of 96 this afternoon.
So here I am walking Coastal this afternoon – Senior Citizen Edition.
Afterwards …
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 8/4/25
Well, I suppose that I am Marveling this morning, but with a side of Moan.
Yesterday morn, instead of attending our beautiful and inclusive Asbury Church here in Savannah, Robert and I played hooky. Since it was an unusually cool reprieve from our stiflingly serious summer heat, I suggested we drive over to Savannah‘s iconic Bonaventure Cemetery and do what we have not been doing much this summer … walk outside.
What a beautiful, old cemetery/park, along a bluff of the tranquil Wilmington River.
We took our time, walking quietly, almost meditatively, under the ancient live oaks and magnolias. A morning breeze (amazingly refreshing for early August!) invited the Spanish Moss to a ceremonial Dance of the Dead above our heads.
About an hour into this Sauntering Sunday Service, I somewhat wearily gazed through the overgrown and dark green “we-bloomed-months-ago” azalea bushes.
And saw it.
“Let’s walk over there, Robert.”
A small mausoleum, circa 1927, darkened and a bit crumbling with age and wear, the small double doors having patinated over the decades into a glorious, deep metallic green.
The Schroder family whispered us closer, even offering me a little sitting of rest (which I desperately needed).
‘Neal, look behind you,” HR quietly instructed.
Someone (who?) had placed a single, long-stemmed, radiantly red rose at the foot of the doors, below the two “S’s.”
(My last name is Saye, Robert’s is Smith, I for some reason thought.)
“Pick it up.”
I obeyed, trying to avoid the thorns.
I have been dealing with some frustrating physical issues (thorns!) lately—causing me to be a bit out of sorts with the world and with life.
73 years come with challenges.
Then again …
And I still crave the rose.
Any Thyme
“Robert, please get me a lemon and some fresh thyme,” I said-pled, as we finished up some shopping, and I headed to the car, while he was trekking across the street to one of our favorite little independent grocers.
Back home I delved into magical alchemy …
Homemade simple syrup, fresh-squeezed lemon juice, orange slices and … some THYME.
Slash it all together with some Tito’s and voilà …
Wait, that is not the best shot!
That’s a little better.
But here, look at the lavender blooms of the thyme through the glass …
And here are photographer Robert’s photos …
It’s thyme …
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