Okay, two words. But two good words. So for today, Two-Word Wednesday.
One-Word Wednesday: 4/6/22
Tag: Husband
My Saturday Evening Post: 4/2/22 “See/Sawing”
What I see/saw walking in my Savannah neighborhood.
Glorious red.
Pink doors!
HR (Husband Robert, come on now, you should know that by now) slowing the walk down with a five-minute photo session starring a fish regurgitating streams of water.
(Notice how he is sort of perched on the ledge, tippy-toeing, worrying me sick that he would topple over any second. And then what would I do?)
A giant snowball bush in Forsyth Park.
Seeing Ukraine, even at Savannah’s Chinatown Market.
Robert, continuing to slow down the walk, taking pictures of leaning walls.
Seeing an angel!
May her wings fly peace to Ukraine.
I love walking in my neighborhood. Thanks for walking with me. Let’s do it again soon. (You know, you could invite me to walk with you in yours.)
Five Friday Happy Bringers 4/1/22
1. Yummy breakfast, “Spinach and Bacon Skillet,” with over-easy eggs and blue cheese crumbles, at J. Christopher’s, a favorite and nearby breakfast hangout here near us in Savannah.
2. Bright green.
3. HR’s wedding ring, reflecting light.
4. Air. To breathe.
5. More and more symbols of solidarity with Ukraine in my Savannah neighborhood.
Peace. Peace. Peaceful Weekend.
“Robert and …” #15
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … food near his mouth.
Spring Buds
“Robert and …” #14
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a gay ship arriving from the Atlantic into Savannah a couple of blocks from our apartment.
We love, even in the middle of the night, hearing the ship horns loudly heralding their entry into the Savannah port.
Shhh … Silent Sunday 3/13/22
“Robert and …” #13
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … his beautiful Fresh Herbs and Asparagus Quiche.
The Leading Role Herbs: Dill, Cilantro, Curly Parsley and Chives.
With our pretty, shiny pie server (Is that what you call it?), which I placed photogenically, approximately next to the quiche.
But, No!, Robert would have none of that. He pulled out a Murder Weapon to cut the delicate dish!
Oh my goodness! The quiche was beyond delicious!
P.S. …
Hop Scotch
Since Robert is doing so much better after Covid AND serious pneumonia, he wanted something special, “as a reward.”
Seriously?
(Just between you and me, he’s long past the I-need-a-reward stage. But he is still on oxygen. And sometimes you just go along. But not much longer.)
He didn’t want a new blanket, or a Cadbury egg since it’s so close to Easter, or a new pair of hospital non-grip socks.
No, of course not, he wanted something healthy: Whiskey! But not just any whiskey. He wanted Oban. You don’t know about this Scottish whiskey? Of course you don’t. I wish I didn’t either. It is preposterously expensive.
But I bought it. For my fellow.
Here’s to Robert’s health!
