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Five Friday Happy Bringers 10/27/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. HR and I live in Savannah’s Historic District just off Washington Square (Savannah has 22), a few blocks from the mighty river.

This past Saturday, our square and ward held our 7th Annual Bathrobe Brunch. In memory of a local Washington Square resident who would wear his bathrobe out in the square, sit at a particular bench and work on his day’s business pursuits.

We wear our PJ’s and bathrobes, bring brunch treats and socialize up a storm.

Robert and I (well, I) chose a mismatched Halloween theme this year.

The food was incredible.

SUCH SAVANNAH FUN!

2. And later the same day, enjoying the Savannah Pride Festival.

3. Shoes! Aren’t they wonderful?! You don’t have to go barefooted. Do you own any?

My new Hokas.

4. Grandson Daniel winning the Best Actor award at last weekend’s South Georgia regional one-act play competition for his role as Peter in “Peter and the Star Catcher.”

(Not that I’m a proud grandad or anything.)

5. This very cool autumnal season.

Happy Last Weekend in October!

Posted in Family, Humor

“Yolking It”

Posted on by Neal Saye

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.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/8/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

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.

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 7/29/23 “Group Hug”

Posted on by Neal Saye

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.

HR’s plate

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.)

HR storming off.

“See”? HR asks, as if he caused the Resurrection Fern to resurrect.

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.