I think maybe in 2023, I’ll become a spy. I’m retired, so I have some free time on my hands. How hard could it be?
Please ignore this post. Because I don’t think spies are supposed to tell people that they are spies, right?
1. My Favorite Little Card from the holidays.
“Be Kind, Rain or Shine”
2. Memories of a Beautiful Christmas 2022.
3. Shelter. A place to sleep, to lay my head at night.
4. Grandson Daniel, enjoying the “Harry Potter Experience” in Atlanta recently.
5. My Resolution #5 for 2023:
“LOOK FOR GOOD.”
May we all have a “good-looking” weekend ahead.
January-Autumn?!
(Okay, maybe I cheated a little with the one-word thing by hyphenating January and Autumn.)
I wonder why she doesn’t want to let go of Autumn. Or for that matter, Christmas.
Robert and I are off to a delicious new year …
How? By charcutering, of course! Dinner tonight …
Grandson Daniel and his good buddy Aiden, after completely failing to be able to stay on their feet and ice skate at the civic center here in Savannah …
1. Holly.
I think that Christmas can absolutely not be Jolly without Holly.
2. Robert’s little homemade birch Christmas card-hanging thingy.
3. The ability to wake up each morning and see. SEE! I can look on the other side of the bed and see HR sleeping soundly. (Well, more truthfully, actually HEAR HR sleeping soundly. Whew.) I can look out my window and see the ancient Live Oak tree branches swaying in the wind. I can walk out of the bedroom into the hall, kitchen, living room, and see our modest collection of art, family heirlooms and comfortable rugs …
I can see! What an incredible blessing. But I so often take SEEING for granted.
4. My World Famous Hambone Soup, made from the hambone left over from our Christmas ham.
Oh, and with my jalapeño cornbread.
5. The Truth of this quote …
“The destination of life is this eternal moment.” Alan Watts
I truthfully hope you have a joyful last weekend of 2022.
2015
My husband and my grandtwins Matthew and Madison back in 2015.
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Over the weekend, we noticed Robert’s older cat Boopers was having difficulty breathing.
And Sunday, Christmas Day, he was worse.
So Monday morn, HR dropped Boopers off at the vet. We went for breakfast and then got the call that Boopers was probably not going to make it much longer. Robert was shocked. We headed quickly back to the vet, only to be told the moment we walked in that Boopers was crashing. And then, that he had passed away.
Robert got to hold his beloved kitty one final time.
A few Boopers pics from the past.
With brother Benny …
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