Posted in Encouragement

So For …

So for this Sunday evening before Thanksgiving, I was thinking about what the holiday is actually all about and ran across this little meditation on giving thanks and embracing gratitude …

Posted in Encouragement

A Major Woman’s Race and a Minor Old Man

Today my beautiful Savannah hosted the inaugural Every Woman’s Marathon, with over 7000 female runners and about 140 males (well, they wanted to be inclusive).

The finish line, after the 26.2 miles, ended just outside our front door.

Looking out my second-floor window, I saw women of every ethnicity, age, body type and physical ability running, running, running toward the finish line.

Toward the finish line of equality.

Toward the finish line of a woman’s marathon being just as significant (more?) as a male-dominated marathon.

For some reason, I became obsessed with this race. Every now and then walking down my stairs out onto East Broad Street to see the goings-on.

A few hours into the marathon, Robert and I walked over to the finish line and added our voices to the incredibly loud “You-Did-It!” for a multitude of women (and a few men) from all 50 states and 12 countries pushing toward a physically difficult finish.

Later, after the race, young volunteers from the Every Woman’s Marathon team were walking around picking up trash and putting them in garbage bags. Outside our place, directly in front of HR’s little tree garden, a young man’s bag burst, and all the trash spilled out!

I saw this, looking (nosily) out the window. Robert suggested that I run down and give him one of our trash bags. I did. He was so very grateful, thanking me profusely.

I walked back into our hallway, and heard the young man say to his buddy, “That nice old man really helped me, giving me that trash bag.”

I’m fine with that, just helping empty the trash.

Because we have certainly created a whole bunch of trash over the eons.

But Truth still runs

Posted in Encouragement

This Dirt

Each Monday morning I find a poem in my email from a former colleague at Georgia Southern University, where I taught for a zillion years. Eric calls his service Carpe Monday/Seize the Poem.

Yesterday’s was particularly insightful.

Robert and me, dirt trail, Great Smoky Mountains
Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 11/9/24 “Sitting”

Sitting in Greene Square, one of my very favorite Savannah squares near us, reading.

It’s dusk; the sun has said goodnight.

And behind me is the church where Martin Luther King Jr. practiced his “I Have A Dream” speech before perfecting it in DC.

I’m still having difficulty processing Tuesday’s election.

But may America’s dream of “liberty and justice for ALL” somehow continue.

Posted in Aging, Humor

Follow Up to Monday Evening’s “The Older I Get” Blog Post

So the other night, I did a silly post about photographing older folks (“older folks” meaning me).

Here’s a link, in case you missed it:

https://nealenjoy.com/2024/10/07/the-older-i-get-2/

Tonight, I am back in “My Square,” Washington Square, here in Historic District Savannah …

Reading …

Such a fun read! 

And I thought, “Should I do another selfie tonight?“

I started …

“There we go,” I thought, “that angle meets the criteria.”

Then got a bit braver …

And only because fellow blogger buddy Matt VERY generously said my best feature was my smile …

It’s getting dark, so I should go in. HR will be ready for dinner soon. 

Our autumn outside door 

Our autumn inside door

May you have a Joyful and Peaceful Wednesday night.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/20/24

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Savannah doors and windows showing off their living beauty near us.

2. The ability to recognize beauty as such.

3. My friend Riboclavin (long story about his unusual moniker, for another time) and his breakfast this morning in Munich, Germany where he is visiting.

4. Speaking of breakfast, my Apple Cobbler for Two this morning from provincial Savannah. 

5. Another look at Approaching Autumn (see yesterday‘s post) on my walk earlier this morning.

May you approach, and be approached by, Beauty this weekend.