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.
Stargazer Lily in our Living Room.
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.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert and a shy panda at Zoo Atlanta on Monday.
2. Water lilies at The Atlanta History Center.
3. Our Fantastic Feet.
4. Only one more week till my favorite season, Fall!
5. Benny and a Box.
May you and a beautiful weekend ahead be a sure, snug fit.
Why oh why, with all of my arthritis, couldn’t there be a …
PAIN UNAWARENESS MONTH?!
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.
So for lunch on Thursday, HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) suggested we drive across the Savannah River to Bluffton SC and eat at Cahill’s.
We’ve eaten there several times before, and their Meat and Three is just scrumptious.
Oh goodness, Cahill’s Fried Chicken is Southern Culinary Joy.
For my Three, I chose sweet potato soufflé, collards and creamed corn. Robert got mashed potatoes with gravy, pickled beets and stewed cabbage. (We kept reaching our forks across the table to each other’s plates.). Washing it down with sweet tea, the “champagne of the south,” as Dolly Parton says.
The grounds of the working farm are simply beautiful.
Robert, who grew up in Inner City Baltimore, kept trying to pet and then milk this fake cow (bull?).
When I told him it was a statue of a cow, he got all huffy and stormed off toward the (real) chicken coops and the giant oaks proudly displaying their recently rained-on Resurrection Fern. (Do you know about Resurrection Fern? It looks brown and dead until rain. Then it is gloriously alive.)
When we got home, with our odds and ends we purchased at Cahill’s Market, Robert placed the few items on the cutting board for a photo op. The peppers and the tomato quickly scooted close to each other in a Group Hug.
If we could all be like vegetables!
Okay, sorry, if we could all be like fruits and vegetables.
So I walked into our bathroom, an hour or so ago, in order to, well you know.
I started to sit down and saw this …
“Wait, what’s going on?” I thought, as I leisurely, then worriedly gazed at the curtained window. “Is this my bathroom?! Where AM I?”
“Is that an alien just outside my bathroom window? Look at his/her TALL hair!”
Terrified, I was ready to squeal, to yell for HR (Husband Robert- you know that!) to come help me, when I decided that, “No, let’s pull back the curtain. Kind of like with the Wizard of Oz.”
And then I realized.
HR had just put the pineapple in the bathroom window to catch some sun and ripen a bit more.
But seriously, IN THE BATHROOM?!
“Here”
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