Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 9/17/22 “Eggshell What?”

So, Robert and I were enjoying an evening walk here in historic district Savannah near where we live. Minding our own business. When we came upon this …

Wait. You need to look down.

See? Broken eggshells carefully placed at the base of the door to this business.

Robert frustratingly interrupted me by taking my pic as I was trying to start an important investigative report.

But. What? Huh? Eggshells at the bottom of a door?

I tried to research it a bit. But didn’t find too much except for vague references to Savannah voodoo and magic.

What do you think is going on here?

Should I go to the business Monday morning and ask?

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/16/22

1. Having lunch with our grandtwins at their new school for this year.

Ex-wife Donna, Madison, Me, Matthew and HR
And the twins’ mom Emily (a May Howard teacher) standing.
Matthew’s lunch: pizza, strawberry milk and a bowl of corn.
Madison had cleaning duty today.

2. Slightly cooler mornings and evenings here in Savannah (in the 70’s), making our walks much more doable.

3. An alternative definition of “Pro-Life.”

On the bulletin board at our local health food store.

4. Reverent Dusk.

The spires of the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist near us on our evening walk last night.

5. Having Tybee Island (Savannah’s beach) just down the road from us.

I hope your weekend is filled with treasures.

Posted in Hello, Anxiety.

Hello Anxiety: “Sometimes It’s Fine to Be Corny.”

This blog category is the journaling and journey-ing of my quest to say (with cautious sincerity) “Hello, Anxiety” and to take a look at the condition from my “me-andering” views.

So the other day HR and I bought a bunch of local fresh, Savannah corn. It was the yellow and white bicolor variety (which I refer to as bisexual corn). I shucked it ALL MYSELF. For some reason (childhood issues?), Robert WILL NOT help with that chore. But I find it soothing and therapeutic. Savagely ripping the husks and tassels off and carelessly tossing them into the trash. (Note: Talk to Therapist Rubi about all this.)

We first did corn-on-the-cob—my favorite corn rendering. But we had a bunch left over.

“Google it,” HR said. “Find another recipe.” For some reason, that suggestion got on my nerves a little bit, but I did it.

Break in the Narrative.

This morning, I woke up early, ready to face the challenging world. But two things happened, causing that challenging world to be REALLY challenging.

First, I burned (burnt?) the bacon. Okay, let me explain. For 99.99% of the adult population, burning bacon is no big deal. But for me, today it was devastating, especially when I had just gotten off the phone with my dermatologist’s office (which actually caused the bacon to be burned).

For months now, I have been having pretty severe lower leg rash issues. I was supposed to have had an appointment this morning to look into the problem. But I got a call—my dermatologist came down with COVID-19. And I would have to be rescheduled.

Well, the earliest I could see my doctor would be mid February 2023!! I have a conflict/avoidance issue, so I didn’t pitch a fit, which most normal people would have, and which I should have.

So after the burned (burnt?) bacon, and the dermatologist fiasco, I spiraled a bit. Into anxiety. Of the “Nothing is good in the world variety.”

As we were sitting down for breakfast, HR said, “Well, at least you didn’t cry when you burned the bacon. You usually cry when you mess up your dishes.” (TMI?)

We both laughed at the pathetic yet victorious truthfulness of his observation, and salvaged what we could from the bacon. I should’ve taken a picture of it. But if you can just imagine a piece of black construction paper, that’s basically what my bacon looked like.

Back to the narrative.

I found a recipe for Sweet Corn, Shrimp and Rice Skillet. Initially, I thought it was too fancy for me to try. HR’s the gourmet chef. But then I decided to attempt it anyway. In my grandmother’s 10-inch cast-iron skillet.

First, I cut the corn off the cob.

Then I made a purée of onions, garlic, shallots, red bell pepper, fresh ginger, fresh turmeric and homemade vegetable broth.

I added the corn.

Put it in the oven to cook it all down a bit.

Quickly sautéed the shrimp.

And put it all together.

Beautifully delicious.

But what was best about all this corn-ing around was that it got me out of my downward anxious spiral. Finding the recipe, doing the prep work, especially cutting the beautiful corn, was meditative. Allowing me to pay attention to my bodily sensations—smelling the freshly grated turmeric and ginger, feeling the shrimp as I patted them dry with paper towels, tasting the purée to make sure it was seasoned perfectly, choosing the pretty deer bowls from the cabinet, and calling my husband to lunch when all was ready.

I attended to my body, which got me away from the stories my mind was telling me about my “problems.“

Yes, sometimes it’s perfectly fine to be corny.

Posted in T-shirt Tuesday

T-Shirt Tuesday “We’re All Connected”

On our morning walk in the mall today (with all the other “it’s-too-hot-to-walk-outside” old folks), HR and I came across this t-shirt in the window of one shop. Robert immediately suggested it for T-shirt Tuesday.

I didn’t quite get it at first. It just looked like an expensive Nike t-shirt.

But there was something about the first photo I took (capturing some neat reflections from behind) that exuded a bit of otherworldliness.

So I looked closer.

And closer.

Mentally removing the “Nike,” I appreciated the truthfulness of the quirky artwork.

Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad we are connected.