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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/22/25 

Marveling!

So the other evening Robert and I drove over to daughter Amy‘s house on Skidaway Island (Savannah) to walk doggy Coastal while her fam was out of town.

Coastal was a tad impatiently ready.

When Coastal, HR and I started meandering toward the next-door neighbor’s house, we saw this …

Wait, you need it in color. So let’s send Robert closer.

Either very cute or terrifying! This Rudolph has to be the biggest reindeer in the history of the world.

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I was so startled that a few of my photos came out quirky because of my nervously, shaking hands …

Or did that Holiday Giant have special Holiday Powers?

We urged Coastal to finish her business quickly and hastened our way back to the safe house.

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We left Coastal and her brother-from-another-mother Little Kitty at peace and watching the chimney with care.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/15/25

Marveling this 15th Day of Advent, remembering our FASCINATING few hours last week at Philadelphia’s uniquely beautiful Barnes Foundation.

Have you heard of this incredible art museum? I hadn’t.

“Philadelphia art collector Albert C. Barnes (1872–1951) chartered the Barnes in 1922 to teach people from all walks of life how to look at art. Over three decades, he collected some of the world’s most important impressionist, post-impressionist, and modern paintings, including works by Renoir, Cézanne, Matisse, and Picasso. He displayed them alongside African masks, native American jewelry, Greek antiquities, and decorative metalwork.” Barnesfoundation.org

I’ve never seen a museum like this!

The exhibition rooms are arranged in what is referred to as “ensembles,” mixing paintings with decorative objects like door hinges and metalwork to create visual dialogues across cultures and time periods. There are no explanatory notes beside each piece. Barnes did not want to tell the observer what to think about the art. (Today you can download an app which will give you info, if you choose to do so.)

Vincent van Gogh’s The Smoker (Le Fumeur)

After a bit, HR and I went our separate ways exploring and discovering.

Then I turned a corner and … saw my … my … Joy.

Wait, no, not Robert.

The colorful painting to the right of HR’s bald and shining pate.

I walked quickly past the interfering, albeit smooth, head and stood mesmerized in front of the painting which had so captured my consciousness.

The blue, or blues, drew me closer and had me standing, at peace, at calm.

The over-plenty of fruit spread across the table reminded me that my table never lacks bounty.

The painting shouted loudly that diversity of color, of shape, of direction and intent is a good thing. That colorful difference should be celebrated and displayed. Should be framed as masterful.

I stood entranced by art’s aim.

And I hope that Matisse somehow sensed, back in the warm summer of 1907 when he completed this scrumptious still life, that he was painting it specifically for an old fellow in the cold of 2025.

“This painting belongs to a remarkable group of still lifes made between 1906 and 1908 in which Matisse explores arabesques—designs of intertwined, flowing lines that function to move the viewer’s eye around the canvas. Matisse had been studying the works of Cézanne, who had died in 1906, and Cézanne’s influence can be seen in the tension here between two and three dimensions. To create the illusion of depth, Matisse constructs a series of horizontals and verticals that recede like a staircase.” Barnes Foundation

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/8/25

Definitely Marveling this Monday!

This Monday morn finds Robert and me in Philadelphia (via an overnight Amtrak sleeper car!) after a delightful and holiday-ish weekend in our beloved Atlanta.

We’re from Savannah, and love its stunning beauty and unique and storied history, but the ATL is like our quirky, always-welcoming but busy younger sister who managed to marry up and simply has SO MUCH to show us and (if truth be told) to BRAG loudly about.

Here’s one of our sister’s sweatshirts:

Enough family drama.

On Friday night HR and I had evening reservations for the Atlanta Botanical Garden’s annual “Garden Lights, Holiday Nights” display.

Oh My Goodness!

The Earth Goddess

Robert’s photo of the goddess.

This is what I was watching through the special glasses:

Then on Saturday afternoon we attended the absolutely incredible 45th Anniversary Holiday Concert of the Atlanta Gay Men’s Chorus.

And look, here’s the choristers. (I just learned that word.)

Wait, no, that’s just Robert and me.

The event was held in the beautiful Cathedral of Saint Philip on Peachtree Street in Atlanta..

Here they are!

We tried to audition, but they promptly told us to sit down and be quiet until the sing-a-long part.

Such Holiday Fun and Joy!

We have a full day planned in downtown Philadelphia today. I’ll tell you all about it soon. Now you have something to look forward to.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 11/10/25

I’m marveling this Monday morn, remembering two recent preposterously delicious meals Robert and I shared.

First, Robert absolutely outdid himself the other night at supper with his Fisherman’s Pie.

Starring cod, shrimp, smoked salmon snd crab leg meat.

With a supporting cast of leeks, spinach and heavy cream. Topped off with succulent mashed potatoes.

Somewhat similar to a seafood chowder, with a thicker consistency.

Oh my GOODNESS.

The recipe HR used, in case you’re interested:

Trying not to be outdone, I put together (in my mother‘s old cast iron skillet, which actually belonged to her mother) another supper of Bone-In Pork Chops with Honey-crisp Apples and Spiced Cider.

It tasted like autumn!

And a link to my recipe:

P.S. I love using the word “supper” instead of “dinner.” It’s nostalgic. It’s home.