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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/15/25

Marveling this 15th Day of Advent, remembering our FASCINATING few hours last week at Philadelphia’s uniquely beautiful Barnes Foundation.

Have you heard of this incredible art museum? I hadn’t.

“Philadelphia art collector Albert C. Barnes (1872–1951) chartered the Barnes in 1922 to teach people from all walks of life how to look at art. Over three decades, he collected some of the world’s most important impressionist, post-impressionist, and modern paintings, including works by Renoir, Cézanne, Matisse, and Picasso. He displayed them alongside African masks, native American jewelry, Greek antiquities, and decorative metalwork.” Barnesfoundation.org

I’ve never seen a museum like this!

The exhibition rooms are arranged in what is referred to as “ensembles,” mixing paintings with decorative objects like door hinges and metalwork to create visual dialogues across cultures and time periods. There are no explanatory notes beside each piece. Barnes did not want to tell the observer what to think about the art. (Today you can download an app which will give you info, if you choose to do so.)

Vincent van Gogh’s The Smoker (Le Fumeur)

After a bit, HR and I went our separate ways exploring and discovering.

Then I turned a corner and … saw my … my … Joy.

Wait, no, not Robert.

The colorful painting to the right of HR’s bald and shining pate.

I walked quickly past the interfering, albeit smooth, head and stood mesmerized in front of the painting which had so captured my consciousness.

The blue, or blues, drew me closer and had me standing, at peace, at calm.

The over-plenty of fruit spread across the table reminded me that my table never lacks bounty.

The painting shouted loudly that diversity of color, of shape, of direction and intent is a good thing. That colorful difference should be celebrated and displayed. Should be framed as masterful.

I stood entranced by art’s aim.

And I hope that Matisse somehow sensed, back in the warm summer of 1907 when he completed this scrumptious still life, that he was painting it specifically for an old fellow in the cold of 2025.

“This painting belongs to a remarkable group of still lifes made between 1906 and 1908 in which Matisse explores arabesques—designs of intertwined, flowing lines that function to move the viewer’s eye around the canvas. Matisse had been studying the works of Cézanne, who had died in 1906, and Cézanne’s influence can be seen in the tension here between two and three dimensions. To create the illusion of depth, Matisse constructs a series of horizontals and verticals that recede like a staircase.” Barnes Foundation

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 11/10/25

I’m marveling this Monday morn, remembering two recent preposterously delicious meals Robert and I shared.

First, Robert absolutely outdid himself the other night at supper with his Fisherman’s Pie.

Starring cod, shrimp, smoked salmon snd crab leg meat.

With a supporting cast of leeks, spinach and heavy cream. Topped off with succulent mashed potatoes.

Somewhat similar to a seafood chowder, with a thicker consistency.

Oh my GOODNESS.

The recipe HR used, in case you’re interested:

Trying not to be outdone, I put together (in my mother‘s old cast iron skillet, which actually belonged to her mother) another supper of Bone-In Pork Chops with Honey-crisp Apples and Spiced Cider.

It tasted like autumn!

And a link to my recipe:

P.S. I love using the word “supper” instead of “dinner.” It’s nostalgic. It’s home.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 10/27/25

Marveling this Monday, remembering the terrific Savannah Pride Weekend we just experienced.

As I have mentioned before, both Savannah and Atlanta hold their Pride Festivals in October because the traditional month of June is simply TOO HOT here.

We started the weekend at our church’s Friday night Pride Service. 

Then Saturday was the Savannah Pride Festival in beautiful Forsyth Park.

HR Trying to decide if he’s too old for the inflatable gym.

I love the beautiful truthfulness of this poster:

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 7/7/25

I’m marveling this Monday morn at the absolutely amazing ability … TO READ! (As I often reiterate whenever I think about gratitude, everyone doesn’t have that for which I’m grateful.)

I love this little whatever-it-is. We saw it in the crafts section at Saturday’s fabulous Forsyth Farmers Market here in Savannah.

A delightful artisan creates beautifully quirky works of art from silver cutlery!

Sidebar: Robert fell in love with the tiny magnetic flower vases made from the hollow bottom sections of silver knives!

This one is now holding court (and dried flowers) on our fridge.

Okay, back to the “Reading” topic of this post. As I have shown before, here are our reading chairs in our study.

And here’s what I’m currently reading …

… a fascinating and “I-can’t-believe-I’ve-never-heard-of-this-before” look at the history of gay life in Brooklyn.

Here’s half of me reading.

Because I’m sure you’re just dying to know, I usually read two books simultaneously: what I call my “short time read” (above) and my “long time read.” (The “long time read” is a book not intended to be read quickly or even from cover to cover.

Here’s my current “long time read”:

“Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.”

My “long time reads” are often self-help about physical, mental, emotional or relationship health. Robert often says that one would think I would be in MUCH better physical, mental, emotional and relationship shape, having read “so much of this junk.” (I try to pay little to no attention to HR.)

I hope you find something that fascinates you this new day and week.

Happy Monday Marveling!

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 5/26/25

I’m marveling this morn, remembering our supper last night.

I prepared Neal’s Sunday Night Chicken, using a variation of Ina Garten’s Perfect Roast Chicken.

Carrots, fennel, garlic, onion, fresh thyme and fresh rosemary. 

Prep the six-pound chicken …

Impatiently wait an hour and a half, as incredible aroma fills our humble abode.

In the meantime, make vegetable broth with parts of the veggies I did not use.

And take a little rest with Benny on the couch …

Voila!

Robert doesn’t trust me with sharp knives.

Delicious Food Joy!