A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
Leaving my yearly urological check-up recently (TMI?), I sat down by their little fountain pool (which was not working) …
I attempted to meditate a bit while waiting on an Uber.
But then I heard them and saw them …
Young white men dallying and splashing around in the cold February pool.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So recently Robert and I were enjoying our breakfast at the Huddle House over in Springfield GA. I chose the more-than-I-could-ever-eat Two Eggs and Country Ham Plate (Platter!) …
After about thirty minutes of diligently working on my feast, I got a tad bored and began playing with my food (I started that habit as a wee one decades and decades ago).
He emerged from the Huge Ham so I named him Hugh.
But WHAT is he? Some kind of little OtherCreature looking down at his stolen jewel?
And looky here, a little while later I saw Mama, pensively perched on her nest.
Who knew breakfast could be so, so FULL-FILLING-ly Creative?
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.
Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”
Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.
Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.
The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?
“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”
HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.
“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.
But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.
We rode the rest of the way home in silence.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …
… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …
… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …
… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.
She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So Robert and I were at Whole Foods today shopping for a few (emphasis “few”) things: his deionized water (don’t get me started), dried porcini mushrooms (don’t get me started, again — one of his recipes) and my white balsamic vinegar, which I REALLY needed for an incredible salad dressing that I have fallen in love with. (I’m a retired English professor, so I know better than to end a sentence with a proposition, but who cares? I’m retired.)
We were successful with finding the water and the white balsamic vinegar. And all went well until we got to the checkout counter.
For some reason when we tried to scan the white balsamic vinegar, it said “Price cannot be resolved” as if we were in some United Nations mediation.
The delightfully beautiful clerk went to try to figure out what the “Resolve” issue was. She came back, beaming and said “It’s free!“
So then (we’re back at Whole Foods now) we went onto our next item, fresh Turmeric!
Okay, explanation. I have been having a bit of an issue with high blood pressure lately. I have been trying to incorporate both fresh ginger and fresh turmeric into our diet.
I put the turmeric down on the scale thingy.
Walked a little closer.
Walked a little closer still and saw her.
Do you see her? She’s walking to the left with a healthy gait. Encouraging me!
HEALTHY ART! AT WHOLE FOODS!
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So I walked into the kitchen after Robert had been in there grabbing some grapes from the fridge.
I looked on the counter and saw this …
I started to get a tad irritated until my SAE (superior artistic eye) suddenly saw a work of art!
It is kinda pretty, isn’t it?
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
Robert put together a quick yummy breakfast for us this morn.
And then I “put mine together” a little more festively.
His (her?) name is “Noel.”
(You know you have far too much time on your hands when you can rearrange the food on your plate.)
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other morning I sat down with HR to my breakfast of ham cubes (well, that’s what they look like, right?), eggs and toast.
Sleepily took a bite of toast …
… and spotted the rare GrapeJelly Splattered Scrubwren!
Sadly, birdlike, she didn’t linger on my plate very long before “flying” away.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So recently HR (“Husband Robert,” come on now, you know that) made a simple but yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties (from local fresh-from-the-farm-meats 920 Cattle & Company, up the road from us).
“Neal, it’s ready.”
I morning-stumbled to the table … and almost instantly SAW THEM.
Twins. TWINS! Dressed in casual but elegant Sunshine Morning Yellow Rompers.
I sat down. Asked their names.
“Lisa and Liam, sir. Yours?”
“Neal.”
“You both look so cute,” I gushed. “And you smell just SO good!”
“Thank you,” they hesitantly responded.
“Are you a cannibal, sir?”
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