A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything
Robert (aka HR) back in February and … his healing-from-pneumonia/Covid walks in Savannah squares near us.
Pulaski Square here. With his portable oxygen. And (notice his finger) his oxygen saturation thingy.
My fellow. All better today!
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.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert (wearing his flashy shirt) and … a gigantic skull.
Pointing at his own skull. To give a sense of perspective, I suppose.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … two giant flamingos.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
We may be back in Slow-vannah after our week trek to New York, but I’m still NYC remembering.
One night we were hanging out at Hush, a tremendously cool gay bar in Hell’s Kitchen.
After wearing out our welcome, we headed to nearby Lucky’s for burgers.
For some reason (the hour at Hush?), Robert was particularly expressive as we awaited our food. Here are half a dozen HR looks.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a weirdly delicious pose.
We were enjoying our specialty brunch donuts at hip restaurant Beetlecat in Atlanta.
I chose the Banana Pudding Donut (wouldn’t you?) and immediately went to work eating it up. Beetlecat is so hip that you order your donut before your entree.
Meanwhile HR, out of focus and in the background (I was enjoying my donut far too much to pay attention to his goings on) had his hands in an awkward position, at least for everyday donut eating.
Robert chose some kind of islandy pineapple-on-top thing.
I suppose he just wanted to show it off a bit.
But I’m not sure. I decided not to ask.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Here’s HR shopping for Fourth of July headgear while showcasing his gay Apple watch band, two necklaces and shiny wedding ring, standing in front of menswear at Target.
Why am I always just SO behind the scenes?
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything
Robert and … mansplaining. Here’s HR in his gay Smirnoff t-shirt at breakfast, left hand either furtively hiding something he doesn’t want me to see or gesturing awkwardly, as he drones on and on about some trivial topic or other. If I remember correctly (and don’t hold me to it, my mind often wanders/wonders), I think he was painstakingly explaining to me how important it is to double check the forks and spoons after washing them (our dishwasher is ill right now), since I tend to just let a little drizzle of water touch them before tossing them in the dish drying rack …
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.
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