A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … edamame. And gaily expressing beyond-normal happiness about it.





But I try not to judge.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … edamame. And gaily expressing beyond-normal happiness about it.





But I try not to judge.
1. Leftover Low Country Boil. Yum!


2. Air conditioning. Air conditioning. Air conditioning. Our real feel here in Savannah is 100+ nearly every day lately.
3. Grandson Daniel in Savannah Theatre’s summer production of “Grease.” Great music and fun.


4. The inexplicable joy of having a husband who loves my ex-wife Donna and works hard on projects for her. Here he’s putting together a picture frame hanging thingy for a puzzle. I quickly lost interest and started a lengthy internal debate about how much pink Himalayan sea salt I should shake on my butter pecan ice cream.


5. The power of prayer.

I pray you have a brilliant weekend ahead.



A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert (wearing his flashy shirt) and … a gigantic skull.


Pointing at his own skull. To give a sense of perspective, I suppose.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … two giant flamingos.





A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
We may be back in Slow-vannah after our week trek to New York, but I’m still NYC remembering.
One night we were hanging out at Hush, a tremendously cool gay bar in Hell’s Kitchen.

After wearing out our welcome, we headed to nearby Lucky’s for burgers.
For some reason (the hour at Hush?), Robert was particularly expressive as we awaited our food. Here are half a dozen HR looks.







“Tired”


P.S New York-ing can wear you out!
P.S. 2. HR loves to take awkward pics of me when I don’t know he’s doing so.

Daily nerdy notes on our New York getaway.
French Crème Donut and coffee for a beautiful quick breakfast.


In an attempt to see just how embarrassingly touristy two people from Savannah can get, Robert and I hopped on the Roosevelt Island Tram and headed over to Roosevelt Island.






And enjoyed the greenery beside the East River.



