… when your daughter asks you to pose AS A SENIOR CITIZEN for some “professional photos” for new advertising for the Savannah medical company she founded and runs, Coastal Care Partners.
It took all my acting chops to pull off such a difficult and challenging role.
Here’a a link to Amy’s very cool business website:
… when you find articles like this, a “must read” …
https://www.cnn.com/2025/09/03/health/toilet-time-hemorrhoid-risk-wellness
(It’s actually fascinating.)
Like my somewhat odd obsession with colorful paper napkins (reminder: speak with therapist about this), I also love another kitchen item — the humble mug or cup.
For some reason (therapist note #2), I find mugs and cups comforting, substantial and grounding, especially when filled early morn with coffee and half and half, or if I’m in a adventurous mood, heavy cream.
Here a few more of my mugshots.
I asked Google AI about the difference between a mug and a cup, but I’m not sure she (?) he (?) got it quite right:
“A mug is a type of large, durable cup with a handle, used for hot drinks and without a saucer, while a cup is a smaller, more general-purpose drinking vessel, often more delicate, and might or might not have a handle or saucer. Mugs are designed for casual, everyday use with heartier beverages like lattes or hot chocolate, whereas cups are often favored for more formal settings with drinks like tea or coffee.”
But okay, whatever. I like them both.
And look, here’s one without a handle!
HR and a few mugcups …
Well, that’s about enough mugginess for one post.
Both moaning and marveling a bit this Monday.
Robert and I are grandson-, doggie- and house-sitting for Daughter Amy and Scott while they take Grandson Daniel off to his freshman year of college.
One of the duties is taking Coastal for walks.
And even though it’s less than a month from the beginning of fall, it’s still HOT here in Savannah — 88 with a real feel of 96 this afternoon.
So here I am walking Coastal this afternoon – Senior Citizen Edition.
Afterwards …
I love making smoothies without following any specific recipe.
This morn I noticed that our last Banana was on the Brink of Bereavement, so I asked if he would like to go for a final swim with his buddies Pineapple, Strawberry, Spinach, Turmeric, and Cayenne.
“ Yes, let me peel off what I’m wearing and I’ll jump right in!”
Browsing through the clearance section at Hobby Lobby today, I rsn across this …
“Robert!” I shrieked across several aisles where he was searching for dragonfly figurines in the garden gnome section (Don’t get me started). “Quick! Please! Come take my picture!”
Used to my impromptu requests, HR fairly quickly found me, put down his two garden figurines (which looked more like weird birds than dragonflies to me) and took this photo.
I love the Profound Truth of Twain’s Patriotic Proclamation!
In solidarity with many Americans, I am having a great deal of trouble supporting the current administration’s Dangerous Dismantling of Democracy.
And I wholeheartedly believe that we should and must make our dissatisfaction known.
Walking into our kitchen when we got home, I glanced at the fridge and thought to myself, “Yes, Mark Twain, I know you were being humorous, but you are also so very correct!”
And I make that … Refrigerated Proclamation as a Patriot of my Country, the United States of America.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.
Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”
Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.
Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.
The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?
“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”
HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.
“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.
But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.
We rode the rest of the way home in silence.
I think my husband might be gay …
And from our wedding back in 2016 …
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post …
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