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.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 7/29/22

1. Celebrating with daughter Amy adding another physician to her medical company here in Savannah, Coastal Care Partners. This time a young new pediatrician.

Amy is the redhead to the right. New physician Dr. Alexander is in the middle.

So of course, Robert and I had to get in on the action (and free food). Here we are with Amy and her hubby, co-partner Scott at the ribbon-cutting.

2. The wind beneath my wings.

Sweet chili pepper wings at Bar Food Sports in Savannah near us. Yum!!!

4. HR and I taking grandtwins Matthew and Madison, little Isabelle and ex-wife Donna to the Jepson Center for the Arts here in Savannah for a morning of exploration and joy.

4. The incredible ability to be thankful. And to recognize, celebrate all that we have — our lives, our breath, our hopes and dreams. Our feet and shoes to house them. Our fingers and their ability to touch.

5. HR letting me strategically place various items on his head for photographic practice …

… while he looks at a duck cookie sporting his name.

I hope you’re looking at a happy, healthy weekend ahead.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #11

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

So the other morning, Robert made these incredibly delicious apple fritters … from scratch! (The only thing I do from scratch is my back.)

He thought they turned out way too brown and bland.

But oh my goodness, they were beyond delicious. Apple-y, cinnamon-y pastry sweet.

And when he put mine on my breakfast saucer, I gasped! (Gay men gasp dramatically so very well.)

Look what I saw!

Wait, let me zero in a bit better.

See him? No?! Okay, here …

A big fat brown bunny. He hopped. And hopped. Right into my mouth.