Today I’m joining in on the hoopla about doors on Thursday.
Robert and I are spending a couple of days in Macon Georgia. Walking to dinner in the historic district this evening, we came across these doors, all decorated for Macon’s upcoming Cherry Blossom Festival.
Hello, Thursday Doors!
Our little window sill Christmas Cactus (also appropriately known as Easter Cactus) finally decided to TALK to us!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Making it through this morning’s part two (of a three-part procedure) to—hopefully/fingers crossed—help my chronic lower back pain.
The fun description: “CPT 64493 – Left – Facet Injection, Lumbar/Sacral, a shot of pain numbing substance in one level of the lower back using imaging guidance or detailed pictures to diagnose or treat lower back pain.”
I’m such a baby that even with local anesthesia, I’m sort of out of it for much of the day. But I’m back to the land of the living now, working on this post.
2. Several cool outdoorsy photos Robert took a little while ago, probably to get away from me and my “recovery.”
Is it Spring yet?
3. Our bodies, which I continue to believe/hope know how to be well and are always trying to move toward wellness.
4. Pausing to appreciate the view from above.
5. Proud of Daughter Amy being named by the Savannah area’s United Way as one of the Women Who Rule panelists.
And this sweet text I got from great buddy Jamie Marie during the event …
May you have a weekend of things that bring you healthy pride.
I’ve mentioned these t-shirts before, but I’ve almost worn mine out, so I thought I’d keep it alive a bit longer with some remembrance.
When my first grandson Daniel arrived some nineteen years ago now …
… I didn’t want to be called “Grandpa” (so OLD sounding!), “Papaw” (that was my father), etc., etc. My son-in-law (Cuban) solved the dilemma for me: “Let your grandkids call you ‘Abu”. Most folks won’t know what it means.”
Abuelo is the affectionate Spanish nickname for Grandpa.
When he was older and talking, Daniel decided that Robert should have a nickname as well, thus Rbu!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Night beauty. Even at The Home Depot.
2. Coming across very neat posters.
I especially like the “Talk to the Flowers” suggestion.
3. The amazing ability to TALK and express ourselves.
4. Pets. If you’re a regular reader, I’m sure you get tired of seeing photos of Kitty Cat Benny. But what a positive difference pets can make to the quality of our lives.
5. My reading chair in our study.
Oh, the hours I have spent there exploring other worlds!
Marveling this Monday at late winter’s sparse beauty here in South Georgia.
I truly believe that if we look for beauty, we will see it.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Trying to get used to our new almost-finished violet/pink kitchen.
2. Having a blast at our church’s Shrove Tuesday Pancake Supper (with its legendary toppings bar) the night before the beginning of Lent.
3. Our fantastic ability to TASTE. Have you expressed gratitude for that amazing joy lately?
4. HR contemplatively enjoying a muddy, but still beautiful, little pond.
5. At my old age, absolutely reveling in and enjoying the discovery of children books with powerful messages.
May you eat something this weekend that reminds you of … home.
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