So today was/is HR’s (Husband Robert’s) dad’s birthday. He would have been 77 today. Here we all are down at Fernandina Beach, FL a few years ago.
And here’s Robert and his dad … more than a few years ago.
Rest in Peace, Robert John Smith, Sr.
2015
My husband and my grandtwins Matthew and Madison back in 2015.
Over the weekend, we noticed Robert’s older cat Boopers was having difficulty breathing.
And Sunday, Christmas Day, he was worse.
So Monday morn, HR dropped Boopers off at the vet. We went for breakfast and then got the call that Boopers was probably not going to make it much longer. Robert was shocked. We headed quickly back to the vet, only to be told the moment we walked in that Boopers was crashing. And then, that he had passed away.
Robert got to hold his beloved kitty one final time.
A few Boopers pics from the past.
With brother Benny …
Did you see this?
Yes, the bill now goes on to President Biden to sign into law!
But … hmm …
But why, WHY would they all vote to put my marriage to HR at risk? How does it harm them?
Robert and I have been enjoying (well, mostly) leftovers from our Thanksgiving family gathering. He likes the turkey heated up, while I prefer it cold (#152 on our list of differences).
The green bean casserole and sweet potato pie may be reduced to near crumbs in our fridge, but not the memories of the fun and laughter from Thanksgiving Day.
Here are a few leftover smiles and laughs.
Leftovers can be deliciously fulfilling.
So if you have followed my blog for a while now, you know that I am married to a man, Robert, and that we are very close to my ex-wife Donna.
We actually took her out for lunch today. (Five Guys, Burgers and Fries— in case you are wondering. I’m a big spender.)
I was recently looking through my storage bins of “old stuff” and came across this …
A little gift from Donna years (no decades!) ago.
The incredible truth?
IT’S STILL TRUE!
Today was granddaughter Isabelle‘s first day of pre-K.
Isabelle’s expression … “I’m not so sure about this school thing.“
A great first day of school! So much to learn. So much to do.
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.
Grandson Daniel, who you may remember just finished a run as Joseph in “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” here in Savannah, is at a three-week drama camp.
I have been sending him silly cards of encouragement. Here is my latest. In order to understand it, you must know that the family dog is named Coastal. (We live in Savannah, next to the Atlantic Ocean, and my daughter’s medical company is called Coastal Care Partners.)
Puppy dog Coastal …
And here’s the card …
Grandfatherly Fun!
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