Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/9/22

1. Last night, making my Roasted Tomato Basil Soup (with fresh local tomatoes).

Beyond delicious, with Robert’s Grilled Cheese Sandwiches.

2. Being grateful for a car, my little vehicle which transports HR and me from one point to another.

I so often take my car for granted. Then driving through Savannah, I’ll look at the bus stops and see so many people who do not have cars.

3. My cute photographer husband.

Hilton head Island, South Carolina

Robert’s photography blog: Robert’sSnapSpot

4. Mr. Happy.

5. My chair in our study.

It’s where I sit just to sit. Or meditate. Or read. Or talk with Robert. Or argue with Robert.

May you sit in joy this weekend.

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #26”

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

Robert (aka HR) back in February and … his healing-from-pneumonia/Covid walks in Savannah squares near us.

Pulaski Square here. With his portable oxygen. And (notice his finger) his oxygen saturation thingy.

My fellow. All better today!

Posted in Family

It Starts with “L”

So if you have followed my blog for a while now, you know that I am married to a man, Robert, and that we are very close to my ex-wife Donna.

We actually took her out for lunch today. (Five Guys, Burgers and Fries— in case you are wondering. I’m a big spender.)

I was recently looking through my storage bins of “old stuff” and came across this …

A little gift from Donna years (no decades!) ago.

The incredible truth?

IT’S STILL TRUE!

At a Braves game.
Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #24”

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

Robert and … a Nine’s Clock.

See how many of the equations you can solve.

TiB (Truth in Blogging): The clock belongs to my ex-wife Donna, a retired math professor. HR had just repaired the broken clockwork thingies for her.

Wait! Before you go, here’s a spellbinding film that captures the essence of Robert, a cat and the Nine’s Clock.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #12

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So last night HR and I were at Bar Food Sports, one of our very favorite Savannah restaurants/bars.

We ordered the Carolina barbecue wings (extra veggies, with both blue cheese and ranch dressing, because we so disagree about that—causing near-relationship-ending issues), with a side of spring rolls. I know, I know, that’s mixing cultures and all kinds of things.

I was minding my own business, enjoying the vibe, when, lo and behold, I reached for a spring roll artistically placed on a bed of shredded lettuce, took a bite, asked Robert for a quick little kiss, looked down and saw this …

Both our last names start with S. “Saye” for me, “Smith” for HR.

“The universe must be telling us something!!!” I over-enthusiastically semi-shouted to Robert.

He stared at me, as if I were a child, picked up a wing and gnawed it to the bone.

Posted in Family

Late Sunday Evening Reflection

I just don’t get the ongoing racism in our world. Even though I am sure as a 70-year-old white man, I have racist assumptions and probably racist actions now and again.

As you know, if you follow my blog, I am married to a black man, HR (Husband Robert), The joy of my life.

Today we were at my grandtwins’ 10th birthday party (more about that in another post).

Three -year-old granddaughter Isabelle was all about Robert holding her throughout the party. Not me. Robert. He was more fun.

Isabelle kept wanting to have her foot pictured. And of course Robert obliged.

If only we all had the intelligence and the footprint of three–year-olds.