A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything
Robert and … mansplaining. Here’s HR in his gay Smirnoff t-shirt at breakfast, left hand either furtively hiding something he doesn’t want me to see or gesturing awkwardly, as he drones on and on about some trivial topic or other. If I remember correctly (and don’t hold me to it, my mind often wanders/wonders), I think he was painstakingly explaining to me how important it is to double check the forks and spoons after washing them (our dishwasher is ill right now), since I tend to just let a little drizzle of water touch them before tossing them in the dish drying rack …
I fully respect the rights of others to own their guns.
But surely there is a place for common sense gun ownership.
But no, with the current leadership in my state of Georgia, there is NO place for common sense regarding guns. But a huge place for easier access to guns. Our out-of-control and dangerous governor, Brian Kemp, I believe, will become known as Georgia’s Death Governor.
Here he is in an ad for his last gubernatorial campaign, pointing a gun at an actor playing the part of a potential boyfriend for one of his daughters.
Top stories on Atlanta’s Channel 5 website yesterday at 3:52 in the afternoon. Four of the five headlines involved gun violence.
Here’s Kemp, just last month, with jovial (and white) celebrants at a gun store laughingly signing into law a bill making it another step easier to “gun it up” in Georgia.
“Governor Brian P. Kemp, joined by First Lady Marty Kemp and two of his daughters, state constitutional officers, legislators, and other special guests, yesterday signed the Georgia Constitutional Carry Act (SB 319) … into law.” (Gov.ga.gov)
The new law allows Georgians to carry a firearm in public WITHOUT a permit.
Mayors Against Illegal Guns website.
We desperately need leaders who will be brave enough to stand up against the gun lobbies, agree with the majority of citizens and fight for common sense gun laws.
“A distant moanin’ of a train Seems to play a sad refrain to the night.
But it’s a rainy night in Georgia Such a rainy night in Georgia Lord, I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world I feel like it’s rainin’ all over the world.”
I don’t know about you, and I don’t claim to be an exercise physiologist, so correct me if I am wrong, but I always thought that walking involved movement. Especially your legs propelling you forward.
HR comes from an alternative school of thought. The “Walk Till You See Something—ANYTHING—That Grabs Your Attention Philosophy.” Then stop and take multitudinous (Is that a word?) photos of the attention grabber. You can always edit—and walk—later.
So this morn, we ventured out on our SMW (Sunday Morning Walk), which we often do instead of church (nature’s sermons are much more interesting).
If I wanted to hold a grudge, I could document at least a dozen “attention grabbers” Robert stopped for this morn. But let’s allow two to suffice.
We paused for a good five minutes at this “interesting” old chopped-up bush.
I think I’ve told you this before, but Robert NEVER thinks to inform me that he is going to “stop for the op.” After all, his attention has been grabbed! I usually end up walking at least a block away, chattering animatedly about some important topic, like how disappointed I was in the last season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. When I realize HR’s nowhere near me, I turn around and head back, ignoring the sympathetic stares and giggles of people who heard me talking to myself.
And looky here …
A caterpillar! (A good ten minutes.)
This stop was multidimensional for Robert. 1. To take twelve dozen photos. 2. Good Samaritan-ly to save an innocent life. The caterpillar was in the middle of the sidewalk. (We watched the Tiny Worlds documentary series.)
It’s important to take the time to document the caterpillar’s body from EVERY conceivable angle.
Here are a few of HR’s pics …
See what I have to put up with?
But when all is said and done—and photographed—I do love our walks. And I do love HR.