A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a gay ship arriving from the Atlantic into Savannah a couple of blocks from our apartment.
We love, even in the middle of the night, hearing the ship horns loudly heralding their entry into the Savannah port.
Since Robert is doing so much better after Covid AND serious pneumonia, he wanted something special, “as a reward.”
Seriously?
(Just between you and me, he’s long past the I-need-a-reward stage. But he is still on oxygen. And sometimes you just go along. But not much longer.)
He didn’t want a new blanket, or a Cadbury egg since it’s so close to Easter, or a new pair of hospital non-grip socks.
No, of course not, he wanted something healthy: Whiskey! But not just any whiskey. He wanted Oban. You don’t know about this Scottish whiskey? Of course you don’t. I wish I didn’t either. It is preposterously expensive.
But I bought it. For my fellow.
Here’s to Robert’s health!
Kiwi: “I’m sorry, but I can’t elope with you.”
Cantaloupe: “I just don’t understand. I keep peppering you with my affection.” 
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Does your breakfast talk like this when you are trying to start your day?!
It gets on my last nerve.
(FYI: I put freshly ground black pepper on everything.)
(FYI 2: Robert thinks it’s a little weird too.)
1. Green lunch.
2. Spoiling HR (Husband Robert, you should know that by now!) with a new “foot spa”
(I’m beginning to wonder how much longer he’s going to play this “I’m-so-sick card.”)
3. Grandaughter Isabelle at her FIRST night of gymnastics last night.
4. Grapes.
5. Yellow.
Weekend Joy to You!
I loved my valentine from Robert yesterday.
I don’t know where he finds these gaily gay cards, but they are such a fun surprise when I open them up. I gasp.
It reminds me of the one from our anniversary back in December.
Mine to Robert was … flat in comparison.
But he got truffles!
And a Love Compass.
Hope you had a good day!
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
On a recent Atlanta trip, Robert and I ventured over to the Callanwolde Fine Arts Center to experience their yearly Christmas extravaganza.
After we enjoyed the very festive inside, (you can read about it here if you have any interest, and why on earth wouldn’t you?), we ventured back out. Robert, always on a quest to find the perfect photo op, hightailed it up these steps to Dr. Goldman’s Memorial Garden (which just looked like a bunch of shivering bushes to me) …
I think they plagiarized that quote from Judy Garland or somebody.
But HR (Husband Robert, remember?) hightailed it a bit too soon, if you ask me. Look back up in the pic above at that flagstone step leading up to Dr. Goldman’s “Garden.”
No, not the middle of the step … to the right. Do you see what I saw? Look closer!
Okay, I’ll help you. Here’s a professional reenactment of the moment I saw her/him/it/they.
A fat little bluish gray bird!
Someone with creative eyes saw the gray flagstone, placed a berry for an eye, and a piece of wood with a leaf for the bird’s wing!
For some reason, that little bird thrilled me (it doesn’t take much) on that cold Atlanta day. So, not to be creatively outdone, I found another little piece of wood and a leaf, and made a baby bird for the fat mama bird!
Maybe it looks a little rough, but give it a break, it was just born! How would you feel if someone posted a picture of you seconds after you were born?
Art in unexpected places.
And look what I found when I Googled more of the lyrics from Dr. Goldman’s plagiarized quote …
Somewhere over the rainbow, BLUE BIRDS fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?
My family. I own it …
To be awkwardly continued …
1. A birthday greeting/art work from a buddy In Arizona.
2. Pretending that I have a clue about what to do with my new hand-me-down Apple Watch. I remember when a watch just told you the time.
3. The joy of simply waking up in the morning.
4. Chocolate on my fork.
5. Cornbread.
Especially when it’s made in my grandmother’s cast-iron skillet.
Weekend Joy to you all!
Yesterday, I hit a chronological milestone. I turned 70. I should have worn this t-shirt …
I woke up to flowers from Robert.
Lots of flowers …
And cards from Robert, lots of cards (he has this tradition of giving more than just one card for special occasions, which at first I thought was a little over the top but now LOVE) …
And lots of new t-shirts from Robert (do you see a trend here?) …
A beautiful day. Greetings and best wishes from family and friends.
And a hand-me-down Apple Watch!
Finally, as I promised in my recent thrilling colonoscopy post, an update on the birthday steak dinner at Toni’s Steakhouse which the “doctor-helper nurse” suggested just before the “anesthesia nurse” put me to sleep.
We opted for the New York strip with broccoli and potato.
What a joy to have lived through the Sixties two times now!
NealEnJoy 