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Tag: Playful
Countdown to Christmas 2025: “Thou Shalt LOVE, Not Hate” — Day Ten 12/10/25
From December 1-25, I’ll be sharing a quote and its truth from John Fugelsang’s Separation of Church and Hate: A Sane Person’s Guide to Taking Back the Bible from Fundamentalists, Fascists and Flock-Fleecing Frauds, the book Robert and I are currently and fascinatingly reading.
An odd Advent Calendar, of sorts.
If you are interested, you can see the introduction to this new blog category here:
Today Fugelsang is being both serious and playful:
“A loving God welcomes people of all genders and sexual identities.”
“And if you believe in the Trinity, then God identifies as “they.’” p. 142
Oh Look!
Meandering through Marshall’s, I made the most AMAZING discovery:
I’m no longer going to age or get old!
Really! Look!
I wish I had known this is all it took earlier!
Five Friday Happy Bringers 10/31/25
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Making our annual ofrenda (altar) for Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead), celebrating our loved ones who have passed on before us.
2. Halloween coffee this morning at one of our favorite coffee bars here in Savannah, Origin.
And the baristas who made them …
3. The fortitude to laugh and savor the moment, even in the midst of our current political climate.
4. The Halloween morning light teasing our steep 1840’s stairs.
5. Cool Halloween decorations here in Savannah.
May your Halloween Weekend be filled with Good Spirits.
Bathroom Basking
A blog category about finding “interesting decor” in various bathrooms I’ve come across.
So yesterday, Robert and I drove over to Bluffton, South Carolina to attend my daughter Amy’s ribbon-cutting ceremony for expansion of her Savannah- based medical company, Coastal Care Partners.
Afterwards, we had lunch at our VERY favorite fried chicken restaurant on the planet, Cahill’s Market and Chicken Kitchen. (I love its name.)
Cahill’s is a working farm.
At my age, I always pay careful attention to the whereabouts of the nearest restroom.
Restroom? Do you really rest in a restroom?
And here are a few other synonyms for restroom …
Bog?! Jakes?!
Anyway, before leaving Cahill’s and driving back to Savannah, of course I had to visit the, the … garderobe.
And look what I Halloween-y found!
I left the, the … watercloset, relieved and in a bit more of the upcoming holiday spirit.
Five Friday Happy Bringers 10/17/25
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall and chrysanthemums!
2. The ability to smile, even just a little bit, even when we may not feel like smiling.
3. This lone October blossom on a leafless Lily Magnolia tree (aka as Tulip Magnolia or Tulip Tree) that Robert and I saw and marveled at yesterday.
Sometimes you just gotta go it alone.
4. Daughter Amy expanding her Savannah-based medical company across the Savannah River and over into nearby (and beautiful) Bluffton, South Carolina.
HR and I drove over for the ribbon cutting yesterday morn.
Robert and I made it at the very end into the little local news coverage …
The paparazzi will simply not leave me alone.
https://share.google/oQybdqM9iBeJARSbc
5. Robert and some hay.
May you sit in front of a joyful weekend ahead.
You Know You’re Getting Older …
… when your daughter asks you to pose AS A SENIOR CITIZEN for some “professional photos” for new advertising for the Savannah medical company she founded and runs, Coastal Care Partners.
It took all my acting chops to pull off such a difficult and challenging role.
Here’a a link to Amy’s very cool business website:
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 8/31/25
“The Artful Dodger“ #27
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.
Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”
Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.
Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.
The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?
“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”
HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.
“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.
But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.
We rode the rest of the way home in silence.
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