Laughter is medicine for the soul.
Going into a bathroom in New York recently, I saw these notices …
No? Don’t throw toilet paper into the toilet?
NO? DON’T FLUSH ANYTHING DOWN THE TOILET?!
To throw or to flush—that is the question!
Daily nerdy notes on our New York getaway.
Seeing Broadway’s ”Company” with Patti Lapone.
Oh. My. Goodness. One of my top five Broadway musicals I’ve ever seen. (Well, I am gay.) All about the crazy expectations we heap upon relationships. (Don’t get HR started.)
After the play, here’s Robert embarrassingly trying to convince me that he could make it in NY as a Radio City Music Hall Rockette.
I finally caught up with HR and calmed him down with some New York pizza. (Pizza always works.)
But just between us, let’s be honest, HR simply couldn’t do those strut kicks.
1. Air conditioning! What a blessing.
2. Enjoying Pride month in our humble abode.
3. The ability to read and write.
4. Daughter Emily giving me this old picture she found at a yard sale. It’s special because we had the same one hanging above our fireplace while she was growing up.
5. Having eyes which can embrace truth. Even difficult truth.
May your eyes see a joyful weekend ahead.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a weirdly delicious pose.
We were enjoying our specialty brunch donuts at hip restaurant Beetlecat in Atlanta.
I chose the Banana Pudding Donut (wouldn’t you?) and immediately went to work eating it up. Beetlecat is so hip that you order your donut before your entree.
Meanwhile HR, out of focus and in the background (I was enjoying my donut far too much to pay attention to his goings on) had his hands in an awkward position, at least for everyday donut eating.
Robert chose some kind of islandy pineapple-on-top thing.
I suppose he just wanted to show it off a bit.
But I’m not sure. I decided not to ask.
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?
Here’s a silly post from back in 2013 about an encounter with an unfortunately deceased possum.
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So Tuesday I picked up grandson Daniel …
…at soccer camp and headed back to his house. Traversing up the driveway, discussing Skylander Giants, we both saw this at about the same time:
A small, dead, open-eyed possum in the neatly manicured front lawn. “Look, Abu! A big rat!” Daniel yelled, as he excitedly unbuckled his seat belt, careening toward the thing.
“I think it’s a possum, Daniel, and I also think he’s dead.” (WHY do I use verbs like “think” in times like this? The possum was dead as a doornail with bugs swarming around its head.)
“That means he’s not breathing,” Daniel explained to me.
“Why don’t you go in the house and cool off, while I get rid of our friend?”
“NO!” Daniel screamed. “We have to show it to Mommy!”
“Well, he can stay here for a few minutes.” (Like the possum was going somewhere.)
At about that time, Olivia and Larkin, the cute twins from next door, came running into the driveway, straight from a pool party. And of course, Daniel had to show them …
… explaining that the “rat, I mean possum, was dead and couldn’t move, so don’t touch it till Mommy comes home because we are going to show it to her.”
Her expression says it all.
(Touch it?!)
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.
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 …
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