A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
Minding my own business and gobbling up Robert’s yummy EBB (egg, bacon, and biscuit breakfast) …
… I took a few-seconds break and put my fork down to breathe.
That’s when I saw her …
A cute little chick perched upon an amber crag, nearly blending in.
“How adorable,” I thought, “I wonder how she/he got inside the apartment.”
But if truth be told, I did not wonder long. I picked up my fork.
Here’s Benny comforting it out on a soft-cushioned chair. With the much-lauded Three Monkeys just to the left of his behind.
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Butt don’t the wrong impression. Benny means no disrespect with his behind positioned monkey-way.
He’s actually quite taken with them. Before Benny’s nap, they introduced and explained themselves:
“[We] three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim, embodying the proverbial principle ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’. [We] are Mizaru, covering [my] eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering [my] ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering [my] mouth, who speaks no evil.
There are various meanings ascribed to [us] monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action. In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. Outside Japan [our] names are sometimes given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, as the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals. [We] monkeys are Japanese macaques, a common species in Japan.” Scholarly Community Encyclopedia.
“Seriously?” asked an incredibly impressed and slightly intimidated Benny.
“Yes. What’s your story?”
Benny thought for a second before answering hesitantly. “Well, back in the day, Daddy Robert picked me from a friend’s litter of about a dozen of us kitties.”
The three monkeys just stood there, with hands all over their faces.
That’s when Benny went to sleep.
HR is continuing his quirkily unorthodox tradition of giving me MULTIPLE birthday cards. It started on Saturday, continued Sunday and Monday, leading up to today, my actual birthday.
I find them all over the place: in my daily planner, in the front of the tv, even next to the toilet (tmi?).
I used to think it was odd to get more than one bday card from the same person, but now I look forward to Robert’s card extravaganza.
I think maybe in 2023, I’ll become a spy. I’m retired, so I have some free time on my hands. How hard could it be?
Please ignore this post. Because I don’t think spies are supposed to tell people that they are spies, right?
The older I get, the more I like pictures like this that Robert took today at our hiking outing at beautiful Wormsloe Historic Site just outside Savannah.
See? The emphasis is on the early evening light falling on the old cast-iron fence. And NOT on my now-completely white hair or deepening wrinkles.
(Can that be one word?)