… of this “president.”
And I’m embarrassed for the United States.
Trump is Insane Evil Personified.
May his arrogant, horrific destruction of our wonderful nation be stopped. Be stopped. Be stopped.
Lord in Your Mercy, Hear our Prayer.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So Robert and I were at Whole Foods today shopping for a few (emphasis “few”) things: his deionized water (don’t get me started), dried porcini mushrooms (don’t get me started, again — one of his recipes) and my white balsamic vinegar, which I REALLY needed for an incredible salad dressing that I have fallen in love with. (I’m a retired English professor, so I know better than to end a sentence with a proposition, but who cares? I’m retired.)
We were successful with finding the water and the white balsamic vinegar. And all went well until we got to the checkout counter.
For some reason when we tried to scan the white balsamic vinegar, it said “Price cannot be resolved” as if we were in some United Nations mediation.
The delightfully beautiful clerk went to try to figure out what the “Resolve” issue was. She came back, beaming and said “It’s free!“
So then (we’re back at Whole Foods now) we went onto our next item, fresh Turmeric!
Okay, explanation. I have been having a bit of an issue with high blood pressure lately. I have been trying to incorporate both fresh ginger and fresh turmeric into our diet.
I put the turmeric down on the scale thingy.
Walked a little closer.
Walked a little closer still and saw her.
Do you see her? She’s walking to the left with a healthy gait. Encouraging me!
HEALTHY ART! AT WHOLE FOODS!
“Every moment is as precious as you recognize that it is.” Matthew Hepburn
(Matthew is one of my favorite meditation teachers on my 10% Happier app.)
How precious is that?!
The evil Trump Regime sends damaging ripples here in the low country.
Art is now under attack in the United States.
Seriously? Look at those words. Why aren’t they celebrated instead of obliterated?
“Compassion” needs to be Cremated?
“Diversity” needs to be Destroyed?
I pray: “May the Horrendously Evil Trump Regime soon be Painted Over before our wonderful nation promising freedom and liberty for all be destroyed.”
“Lord in your mercy, hear our prayer.”
So tonight, I made Espresso Martinis for Robert and me.
I settled on the couch, and kitty cat Benny jumped into my lap.
Okay, “Rest little one.”
But then, lo and behold, a FOX jumped into my (beautiful) martini glass …
We talked a while.
Then somehow, he disappeared.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
So back in 1985 I started saving my yearly/monthly calendars.
I’m not sure why.
So that makes … what? Forty years in 2025.
I suppose it started out as just a way to remember birthdays, appointments, to do’s and other important (or unimportant) dates I was prone to forget. This was before the days of “Siri, remind me ….”
But it morphed into jottings of my hopes and dreams, my frustrations, my successes, my problems, my New Year’s Resolutions (difficult to look back over today), my very … non-Facebook life.
As I skim through the pages of years/years of pages, I see emerging themes: family, children, travel, career, wife, ex-wife, coming out, husband, grandchildren, parental deaths, medical issues, joy, sorrow … Life.
I’m not sure what to do with them. Leave them to my daughters? Burn them?
The National Enquirer? People Magazine? The highest bidder?
Here’s to my new calendar for 2025 and whatever it may bring.
May your 2025 calendar be filled with Good.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post. 1/11/2025.
So today I took down (a tad sadly) our Travel Tree.
If you have followed my little blog for a while (and why on earth would you not?), you may remember that Robert and I have a second, smaller Christmas Tree which we call our Travel Tree. All the ornaments are ones we have purchased on our various travels.
As I cleared the little white tree, my eyes kept resting on a couple of simple ornaments.
And I didn’t want to hurriedly take them off. So I let them hang around a while longer.
HR and I have visited Plains, GA, hometown of Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter, a couple of times, appreciating the small town that birthed such a tremendously kind and humanitarian couple.
May President Carter, as he is being laid to rest this evening next to his beloved Rosalynn, finally Rest in Eternal Peace, after a long life well lived.
NealEnJoy 