Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #13

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

So I was walking down the hall, mindfully minding my own business, when I looked over and saw Boopers perched in what seemed to be a deep transcendental meditative trance.

I looked closer, behind the meditating cat, and saw … this.

Her? Him? They? A … being, with two eyes, both upper and lower noses, a tongue-y mouth, not to mention hair that could use a shampoo.

I waited impatiently until Boopers finished with a Downward Dog and an ardent “Namaste!” and asked if he knew who that was behind him.

“All I can tell you,” Boopers coyly purred in Zen-like calmness, “is that her name is Cordy and I find her smile electrifying.”

I walked away, satisfied with his answer, then turned around to see Boopers standing intimately close to Cordy, staring into her eyes.

Posted in Family

Pre-K is A-Okay!

Today was granddaughter Isabelle‘s first day of pre-K.

Isabelle’s expression … “I’m not so sure about this school thing.“

“Welcome to school, Isabelle. We’re SO glad you’re here.”
Hall-walking with big brother and sister, Matthew and Madison.

A great first day of school! So much to learn. So much to do.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #12

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

So last night HR and I were at Bar Food Sports, one of our very favorite Savannah restaurants/bars.

We ordered the Carolina barbecue wings (extra veggies, with both blue cheese and ranch dressing, because we so disagree about that—causing near-relationship-ending issues), with a side of spring rolls. I know, I know, that’s mixing cultures and all kinds of things.

I was minding my own business, enjoying the vibe, when, lo and behold, I reached for a spring roll artistically placed on a bed of shredded lettuce, took a bite, asked Robert for a quick little kiss, looked down and saw this …

Both our last names start with S. “Saye” for me, “Smith” for HR.

“The universe must be telling us something!!!” I over-enthusiastically semi-shouted to Robert.

He stared at me, as if I were a child, picked up a wing and gnawed it to the bone.