Posted in Family

Boastal

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.

D is in the green t-shirt

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!

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and …” #18

A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.

Here’s HR shopping for Fourth of July headgear while showcasing his gay Apple watch band, two necklaces and shiny wedding ring, standing in front of menswear at Target.

Why am I always just SO behind the scenes?

Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Marveling this morning at the joy and many moods of PURPLE.

Pretty blooms near us.
Grandson Daniel and his voice coach Paul, after one of D’s recent performances as Joseph in “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” here in Savannah.
Purple truth.
Ex-wife Donna and a purple egg.
HR

“All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul – when you look at it, it’s looking back at you.” Uniek Swain

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #9

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

There I was, minding my business and sitting at lunch with HR at the Grub Burger Bar up in Atlanta. Nearly finished with the meal, I looked down at my tenders plate, and saw a little bird sashaying among my fries!

I stared at it for a minute it two, wondering how it got into the restaurant. When, lo and behold, the little bird (little duck?) took flight and flew down my throat!

Startled, I looked over at Robert, levelheaded as usual, who told me to “Feed him a fry or two. He’s probably tired and hungry after that flight.”

So I did.

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and …” #17

A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything

Robert and … mansplaining. Here’s HR in his gay Smirnoff t-shirt at breakfast, left hand either furtively hiding something he doesn’t want me to see or gesturing awkwardly, as he drones on and on about some trivial topic or other. If I remember correctly (and don’t hold me to it, my mind often wanders/wonders), I think he was painstakingly explaining to me how important it is to double check the forks and spoons after washing them (our dishwasher is ill right now), since I tend to just let a little drizzle of water touch them before tossing them in the dish drying rack …

“And the thing is, Neal, you MIGHT want to look more closely for little pieces of food or butter or soap bubbles or whatever on the forks and spoons because, YOU KNOW, that’s probably not all that good for us … … … ….”