September is here! And I am marveling this morning because it was 66° (!) when Robert and I headed out to one of our favorite coffee shops, Flora and Fauna. I actually wore a jacket! (I had to look around a bit for it.)
My coffee:
HR’s:
Happy September First!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fresh South Georgia Bi-color Corn.
Or as I call it, Bisexual Corn.
2. My new, neat little sitting and reading area in our bedroom. Robert put up the shelves next to my chair.
Now he can watch his superhero movies and shows in the living room, and I can read, quietly, in the bedroom.
It probably doesn’t look like much to you, but these couple of square feet are my own little nest to settle, relax, breathe and read.
3. The incredible ability to make plans. To prepare. To dream. To think ahead.
4. Incredible truth, which I often don’t pause to remember.
We were walking through Hobby lobby the other day, when Robert said, “Neal pick up these, hold them. Let me take a few pictures of your truth.”
5. A very inappropriate, but humorous and truthful candle I saw on my older daughter Amy’s bedside table recently.
May you enjoy some inappropriate humor this weekend!
Like my somewhat odd obsession with colorful paper napkins (reminder: speak with therapist about this), I also love another kitchen item — the humble mug or cup.
For some reason (therapist note #2), I find mugs and cups comforting, substantial and grounding, especially when filled early morn with coffee and half and half, or if I’m in a adventurous mood, heavy cream.
Here a few more of my mugshots.
I asked Google AI about the difference between a mug and a cup, but I’m not sure she (?) he (?) got it quite right:
“A mug is a type of large, durable cup with a handle, used for hot drinks and without a saucer, while a cup is a smaller, more general-purpose drinking vessel, often more delicate, and might or might not have a handle or saucer. Mugs are designed for casual, everyday use with heartier beverages like lattes or hot chocolate, whereas cups are often favored for more formal settings with drinks like tea or coffee.”
But okay, whatever. I like them both.
And look, here’s one without a handle!
HR and a few mugcups …
Well, that’s about enough mugginess for one post.
We’re doggie-sitting for Daughter Amy. Here’s Coastal leaning on Robert’s faded pinkish Smirnoff t-shirt this morn at coffee time.
World Photography Week ends tomorrow, so here are a few photos from my evening walk on Skidaway Island today.
Approaching a stop sign, I saw them in the distance.
And they saw me.
I decided not to follow the stop sign’s injunction.
Deer me, they outstared me, so I guess it’s time to move on.
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 …
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. To show you (yet again) that it doesn’t take very much to make me happy, I was thrilled (maybe with a small “t” but still thrilled) seeing these neat “tissues don’t have to be in a rectangular or square box” Kleenex in the bathroom at my therapist’s office. TMI?
2. Sort of related (at least in color) to Happiness Bringer #1 above, the first day of Autumn 2025 is one month from today!
Of course it’s 90° with a Real Feel near 100 today in Savannah, but at least we can dream/remember …
3. Robert and I took part in the Savannah Photo Club’s Third Sunday Photo Walk last Sunday morn. Such fun!
For two hours we traversed around Savannah’s Historic District, snapping pictures left and right.
We plan to make the Savannah Photo Walk part of our monthly agenda.
4. After the photo walk, we toured the Savannah College of Art and Design’s Museum of Art display, A Gathering of Bells.
Upon entry, you were giving a white glove for your dominant hand, so that you could ring the clappers in the bells!
“As museum visitors strike the clapper against the shell, their action becomes participation and metaphor simultaneously: we hear the ringing bell vibrate and sense how our gestures reverberate outward toward others.”
Such a unique sculpture display/experience.
5. The pleasure of a simple little nap.
