“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.

“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.




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?
Marveling this morning at the joy and many moods of PURPLE.








“All the other colors are just colors, but purple seems to have a soul – when you look at it, it’s looking back at you.” Uniek Swain
HR and me at World of Beer down Broughton Street near us in Savannah.

Black and white go together.
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 …

I don’t know about you, and I don’t claim to be an exercise physiologist, so correct me if I am wrong, but I always thought that walking involved movement. Especially your legs propelling you forward.

HR comes from an alternative school of thought. The “Walk Till You See Something—ANYTHING—That Grabs Your Attention Philosophy.” Then stop and take multitudinous (Is that a word?) photos of the attention grabber. You can always edit—and walk—later.
So this morn, we ventured out on our SMW (Sunday Morning Walk), which we often do instead of church (nature’s sermons are much more interesting).
If I wanted to hold a grudge, I could document at least a dozen “attention grabbers” Robert stopped for this morn. But let’s allow two to suffice.

We paused for a good five minutes at this “interesting” old chopped-up bush.

I think I’ve told you this before, but Robert NEVER thinks to inform me that he is going to “stop for the op.” After all, his attention has been grabbed! I usually end up walking at least a block away, chattering animatedly about some important topic, like how disappointed I was in the last season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. When I realize HR’s nowhere near me, I turn around and head back, ignoring the sympathetic stares and giggles of people who heard me talking to myself.
And looky here …

A caterpillar! (A good ten minutes.)
This stop was multidimensional for Robert. 1. To take twelve dozen photos. 2. Good Samaritan-ly to save an innocent life. The caterpillar was in the middle of the sidewalk. (We watched the Tiny Worlds documentary series.)


It’s important to take the time to document the caterpillar’s body from EVERY conceivable angle.

Here are a few of HR’s pics …



See what I have to put up with?
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But when all is said and done—and photographed—I do love our walks. And I do love HR.


He’s my blossom.