A fiery, hot summer here in Savannah! As I know it has been elsewhere across the US—and the world.
But somehow flowers continue to regale us here in my scorching Southern city.
As a nod to fiery heat, I feature red and yellow resistant beauties near us …
“Bring it on, summer!”
1. Fresh South Georgia okra (my favorite summer vegetable—read more about that truth here) and corn. From Davis Produce not too far from us.
2. Grandtwins Madison and Matthew and their 10th birthday.
They are pure joy.
3. Understanding that each new day, when we wake up, is a gift. A gift to be cherished.
4. Robert and a black cat.
This is “Little Kitty,” my daughter Amy and son-in-law Scott’s cat. We took care of him when Amy and fam (big fam) were down at Universal Studios.
5. My little closet. It’s just mine.
And it reveals how I am a clothing minimalist (Do you really need more than about 30 items of clothing?) Actually I am an everything minimalist. But more about that later.
I hope your upcoming weekend is met with joy, good health, and wonder.
So HR and i were driving home from T.J. Maxx a little while ago, after shopping for a new Gratitude Journal for me …
Robert‘s attitude, when I found the little journal, indicated that he thought it was kind of too tiny for a journal and sort of sissy-ish. I took that as a great compliment and immediately purchased it.
But that’s all off the subject. So we were driving home, stopped at a red light and saw this …
Wait. Let me get a little closer.
A little bit closer.
Isn’t that gloriously cool?
A blessing from the car in front of us!
I receive it!
And pass it on to you. So look for the good!
Seriously?
2011
Did I really think people would not know I was dying my hair?!
“Morning”
Grandtwin Madison sporting a SPK t-shirt with talking purses and shoes.
After jumping on the trampoline.
It sure looks like Hair is doing lotsa SPK-ing.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So last night HR and I were at Bar Food Sports, one of our very favorite Savannah restaurants/bars.
We ordered the Carolina barbecue wings (extra veggies, with both blue cheese and ranch dressing, because we so disagree about that—causing near-relationship-ending issues), with a side of spring rolls. I know, I know, that’s mixing cultures and all kinds of things.
I was minding my own business, enjoying the vibe, when, lo and behold, I reached for a spring roll artistically placed on a bed of shredded lettuce, took a bite, asked Robert for a quick little kiss, looked down and saw this …
Both our last names start with S. “Saye” for me, “Smith” for HR.
“The universe must be telling us something!!!” I over-enthusiastically semi-shouted to Robert.
He stared at me, as if I were a child, picked up a wing and gnawed it to the bone.
I just don’t get the ongoing racism in our world. Even though I am sure as a 70-year-old white man, I have racist assumptions and probably racist actions now and again.
As you know, if you follow my blog, I am married to a black man, HR (Husband Robert), The joy of my life.
Today we were at my grandtwins’ 10th birthday party (more about that in another post).
Three -year-old granddaughter Isabelle was all about Robert holding her throughout the party. Not me. Robert. He was more fun.
Isabelle kept wanting to have her foot pictured. And of course Robert obliged.
If only we all had the intelligence and the footprint of three–year-olds.
