Author: Neal Saye

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #11

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A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So the other morning, Robert made these incredibly delicious apple fritters … from scratch! (The only thing I do from scratch is my back.)

He thought they turned out way too brown and bland.

But oh my goodness, they were beyond delicious. Apple-y, cinnamon-y pastry sweet.

And when he put mine on my breakfast saucer, I gasped! (Gay men gasp dramatically so very well.)

Look what I saw!

Wait, let me zero in a bit better.

See him? No?! Okay, here …

A big fat brown bunny. He hopped. And hopped. Right into my mouth.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 7/22/22

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1. Leftover Low Country Boil. Yum!

2. Air conditioning. Air conditioning. Air conditioning. Our real feel here in Savannah is 100+ nearly every day lately.

3. Grandson Daniel in Savannah Theatre’s summer production of “Grease.” Great music and fun.

Not a great pic—we were up in the balcony. But you get the idea.

4. The inexplicable joy of having a husband who loves my ex-wife Donna and works hard on projects for her. Here he’s putting together a picture frame hanging thingy for a puzzle. I quickly lost interest and started a lengthy internal debate about how much pink Himalayan sea salt I should shake on my butter pecan ice cream.

5. The power of prayer.

I pray you have a brilliant weekend ahead.

Posted in Throwback Thursday

Throwback Thursday: “Get In or Get Out!”

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So last night I was scrolling though my 25,557 photos (seriously?!) in the “Recents” section of my iPhone. (Recent?!)

And l came across a short series of silly pictures.

It all started when I was grandtwin-sitting Matthew and Madison. (Circa 2013. They were about one at the time.)

Matthew
Madison

They seemed a little bored. Staring out the window, obviously looking for greener pastures.

“Bless you, my sissy. Boredom’s trap will not snare us forever.”

I really knew something had gone awry when Matthew started chewing on my shoe strings.

So I came up with a solution to the babysitting challenge. And I’m sure you probably do this too: when all else fails, sit the little ones in containers. Yes? I thought so.

Matthew and an aluminum tub

See? Right?

Madison. “I’m not so sure.”
But … okay.

I decided that I would join the fun … until I realized i couldn’t.

Darn

Matthew: “Let’s just look out that window again.”

The twins today and their end-of-the-year school awards ceremony …