A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a silly/terrifying blue-haired wooden Easter chick thing, eerily close to some Spanish moss on a tree trunk, showcasing his gay watch band, as well as both his little squirrel necklace (remember HR’s nickname is Squirrel) and his bear necklace (don’t get me started on that). Oh, and of course, a children’s playground in the background.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my dermatologist. I checked in and had to wait. And wait.
Quick run to the bathroom.
“What a pretty mirror,” I thought. (Who else even thinks to take a pic of the mirror in your doc’s bathroom?! Anybody? Anywhere?)
Then I was called back to Exam Room #3. “Take everything off except your underwear and mask,” I was instructed. I quickly obeyed. Then had to wait.
From the now chilly exam table, I spotted another mirror. “Hello,” I waved (to whom I’m not sure).
Still waiting, I sort of drifted off. (It was early morn, after all.) Woke up to yet another mirror.
Wouldn’t you think there would be fewer mirrors in a dermatologist’s office instead of more? We know we have skin issues. That’s why we came! Why throw it in our face (or other body part)?
Do normal people simply wait patiently until the doc knocks on the exam room door to announce her arrival?
But what fun would that be?
{Reminder Note: At next therapy session, ask Rubi if Mirror Obsession Disorder is a thing.}
1. An incredible lunch: Chicken pot pie at Pie Society, Ellis Square, Historic District Savannah. With HR and ex-wife Donna.
2. A washing machine. And a dryer! Do you have that incredible pair? If so, I invite you to pause, take a moment and thank God (or whoever/whatever) for such a Glorious Blessing. What would your life be like without them?
3. My husband HR …
… who gets on my LAST nerve sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
4. Ridiculous jokes I share with grandchildren.
5. Hope.
I HOPE your weekend is peaceful.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
“Breakfast Boy,” featuring sausage from Hunter Cattle Company up the road in Statesboro, GA, along with HR’s hash brown, bell pepper and onion patty.
I’m sad to inform you that this piece of art is not available for purchase. It has already been … “purchased.”
A post from back in 2014 about my grandson Gabriel, aka “G.”
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I have FOUR grandchildren. (Yes, you’re right, I’m FAR too young. We all know that. It’s a given. But sometimes Mother Nature has a way of bypassing her laws of when people should have grandchildren–and presents them in, well, early, early middle age.)
Anyway, the second-from-the-oldest-grandchild is Gabriel, 5, a rambunctious bundle of pure little boy-ness. He’s often affectionately referred to simply as “G.” In his most recent pre-K school report, the patient-as-a-saint and give-her-a-raise teacher wrote that Gabriel is “smart, funny, with many friends … and has a touch of naughtiness.”
Here’s G (on the far right) with a few school buddies,
And here he is the other night with older brother Daniel (8).
Today I received this text from my daughter/G’s mom Amy:
The brutal honesty of children.
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Back to 2022. Here’s Gabriel yesterday trying on his new contacts.
And over the weekend playing basketball against a much bigger fellow.
After I finished this post, I shared the old picture of Gabriel and Daniel with Amy. She found an old video of the same night when they were dressed in the oversized jackets…
Kiwi: “I’m sorry, but I can’t elope with you.”
Cantaloupe: “I just don’t understand. I keep peppering you with my affection.” 
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Does your breakfast talk like this when you are trying to start your day?!
It gets on my last nerve.
(FYI: I put freshly ground black pepper on everything.)
(FYI 2: Robert thinks it’s a little weird too.)
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of Hubby Robert and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a big bite of hambone soup.
So Husband Robert and I took grandtwin Matthew to his rec department basketball practice this evening.
Matthew is the one with his arms spread in the white T-shirt.
His team is in a basketball dance, of sorts.
After practice:
Abu (my grandchildren’s name for me): “Did you have fun?”
Matthew:”Yes!”
That’s all that matters.
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