
Just saying.

Just saying.
A few odds and ends from Valentine’s Day 2023.
Taking a walk this morning near us here in Savannah, Robert and I came upon this neat little house.



They go all out every holiday. And I always look forward to their displays.

Those of you who follow my blog may remember that Robert is an MCG (Multiple Card Giver). I used to think it was odd that I would get more than one card for my birthday, etc., but now I kook forward to it.
My valentineS this year:

And open!



And here’s my card to HR:

(We were both obviously on sort of a gay theme this year.)



A Blooming Valentine-y February in Savannah …



I hope you’re having a LOVE-ly day.
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.

“Crown”

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.

I think maybe in 2023, I’ll become a spy. I’m retired, so I have some free time on my hands. How hard could it be?



Please ignore this post. Because I don’t think spies are supposed to tell people that they are spies, right?

Grandson Daniel and his good buddy Aiden, after completely failing to be able to stay on their feet and ice skate at the civic center here in Savannah …


The older I get, the more I like pictures like this that Robert took today at our hiking outing at beautiful Wormsloe Historic Site just outside Savannah.

See? The emphasis is on the early evening light falling on the old cast-iron fence. And NOT on my now-completely white hair or deepening wrinkles.



