So today, HR and I had lunch with our dear friends Don and Jim at the salad-ly delicious Urban Deli within walking distance of us here in historic district Savannah.
Beyond yummy food.
Especially their salads.
I opted for the brussels sprouts salad, along with a healthy helping of their red beet salad.
I consumed it far too quickly, never thinking about taking a photo remembrance.
Afterwards, as we were sitting, stuffed, Savannah fall conversing, I looked down on my plate …
1. Our beautiful bride/neighbor Lexi kissing her groom outside the cookie store last week.
I imagine most folks don’t dress—or drive—that way going to pick up their chocolate chips.
2. The ability to laugh. And continuous reasons for that joyful ability.
What do you have to laugh about today? 
3. Grandson Matthew and his Plant Cell School Project made out of household trash.
4. Going out into Washington Square near our place here in Historic District Savannah last evening to read, about 7 PM, and realizing, with the darkness, that it’s definitely getting later in the year.
Here’s my first attempt at the above photo. Photographer Hubby Robert could explain. But I can’t. But I still kinda like the result.
5. Art!
Colorful beauty at the Columbus (Georgia) Museum of Art last weekend. 
Today Robert and I visited the Walter Museum of Art in Baltimore. Our favorite exhibit was one called “Saint Amelie.”
SAINT AMELIE
Kehinde Wiley (American, born 1977), 2014
Saint Amelie is one of a series of twelve freestanding stained glass panels by Kehinde Wiley that depict contemporary portraits of young Black residents of Brooklyn, New York. It mirrors the form, composition, figural pose, and framing of historic stained glass windows from the medieval and Renaissance periods, and specifically a window titled Saint Amelie by the French Neoclassical painter Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780-1867).
Wiley honors his subject, Kern Alexander, whom he used as a model in multiple works, by depicting him in a context traditionally reserved for Christian saints and religious contemplation.
Like much in Wiley’s work, Saint Amelie explores the invisibility of Black people within the traditional art historical canon.
Hand-painted stained glass, mounted on lightbox with aluminum frame.
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!”