
Shhh … Silent Sunday 11/27/22


HR and yours truly. Lying in the Sheep Meadow. Central Park. NYC. 2016. Our very first trip to New York City together.





“These vagabond shoes ….” 🎶
“Locked”

So here I am (pic below), at the very top of Georgia’s Sapelo Island Lighthouse last week. Yvonne, our incredible tour guide, (inexplicably and even more incredibly) gave ME these keys and told me to unlock the hatch at the top of the lighthouse for the five of us who braved the winds (of approaching storm Nicole) to go to the very top.

After much struggle, I finally got the HEAVY hatch open, and we scaled the heights.

Robert found everything hilarious up there, while I fake laughed (and held on to him) …


May today be a joyful Veterans Day to all our courageous veterans.
And a special Thank You with Hugs to my very own Veteran HR — Robert John Smith Jr. Retired Army.




A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … Sky, Water and Earth.

Much gratitude for our marvelous and beautiful world.
“ROGER”

Robert caught me using the WordPress ability to dictate my blog on a break from festivities at Atlanta Pride this past weekend.
As least that’s what he thinks I’m doing.

In reality, I’m checking with my personal assistant Crystalia to make sure she thinks my wooden Pride beads are hip enough for the relentless paparazzi.

She did.

Robert’s incredible pizza on his brand new 13-inch pizza stone.







Sorry, Papa John’s. I have a new Papa.

My pizza maker.




Good Morning!
HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) and I were meandering around the Baltimore Museum of Art and stumbled outside to find … her.

Fruit: Bronze Statue by Emile-Antoine Bourdelle
Robert is most often bolder than me. “Hello, ma’am. May I have some of your fruit?”

“ I guess so. Because of your red pants.”

“Many, many thanks, ma’am.”

“You’re a cutie. Look behind.”

Generosity.