A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … shoes.
So we were walking home yesterday from somewhere or other. When all of a sudden, Robert stopped, excitedly, and spent at least five minutes, maybe ten, taking pictures of … a pair of abandoned shoes on the sidewalk.
I started to argue. And ask him why. But then I thought about the importance of maintaining relationships. So instead, I paused, and did a little meditation exercise.
“Legs”
“Crown”
Stretchin’
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
Minding my own business and gobbling up Robert’s yummy EBB (egg, bacon, and biscuit breakfast) …
… I took a few-seconds break and put my fork down to breathe.
That’s when I saw her …
A cute little chick perched upon an amber crag, nearly blending in.
“How adorable,” I thought, “I wonder how she/he got inside the apartment.”
But if truth be told, I did not wonder long. I picked up my fork.
Here’s Benny comforting it out on a soft-cushioned chair. With the much-lauded Three Monkeys just to the left of his behind.
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Butt don’t the wrong impression. Benny means no disrespect with his behind positioned monkey-way.
He’s actually quite taken with them. Before Benny’s nap, they introduced and explained themselves:
“[We] three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim, embodying the proverbial principle ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’. [We] are Mizaru, covering [my] eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering [my] ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering [my] mouth, who speaks no evil.
There are various meanings ascribed to [us] monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action. In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. Outside Japan [our] names are sometimes given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, as the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals. [We] monkeys are Japanese macaques, a common species in Japan.” Scholarly Community Encyclopedia.
“Seriously?” asked an incredibly impressed and slightly intimidated Benny.
“Yes. What’s your story?”
Benny thought for a second before answering hesitantly. “Well, back in the day, Daddy Robert picked me from a friend’s litter of about a dozen of us kitties.”
The three monkeys just stood there, with hands all over their faces.
That’s when Benny went to sleep.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
Minding my own business, I sauntered into my bathroom …
… and and was caught off guard with a sudden sneaky suspicion that I was not alone.
But I saw no one.
I saw no one, that is, until I spotted Little Blue Horse, with his head hung low.
“What’s wrong, mon petit,” I softly asked.
He answered me nought, and so I left him in his silent spray, (I mean grey!) meditation.
HR is continuing his quirkily unorthodox tradition of giving me MULTIPLE birthday cards. It started on Saturday, continued Sunday and Monday, leading up to today, my actual birthday.
I find them all over the place: in my daily planner, in the front of the tv, even next to the toilet (tmi?).
I used to think it was odd to get more than one bday card from the same person, but now I look forward to Robert’s card extravaganza.
