I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.





I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.





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.

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?


Here’s our newest ornament we bought on our fun-filled weekend trip to see the Atlanta Ballet’s “The Nutcracker.”




(Please notice HR’s new Christmas tree pants. But don’t be upset; he still has his Santa pants.)







Georgia gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams was here in Savannah this morning for her “Let’s Get It Done Bus Tour.”
Robert excitedly attended without me (because I’m a bit under the weather this weekend).

Natalie Portman is in town this month filming her latest movie, so she introduced Stacey.



May Stacey Abrams be our next Georgia governor !

Buying end-of-season green beans this morning at Davis Produce here in Savannah.



Now let’s see, how shall I cook them?
So, Robert and I were enjoying an evening walk here in historic district Savannah near where we live. Minding our own business. When we came upon this …

Wait. You need to look down.

See? Broken eggshells carefully placed at the base of the door to this business.
Robert frustratingly interrupted me by taking my pic as I was trying to start an important investigative report.

But. What? Huh? Eggshells at the bottom of a door?

I tried to research it a bit. But didn’t find too much except for vague references to Savannah voodoo and magic.
What do you think is going on here?
Should I go to the business Monday morning and ask?

On our Saturday morning walk, across the street from us here in Historic District Savannah, we came across resurrection fern bursting forth from … bricks.

Do you know about resurrection fern?
From Southern Living magazine …

The fern looks dead when it’s dry, but when it rains, it becomes beautifully green. Even from bricks.


Here’s resurrection fern this evening from outside our front door, looking up.


We could probably learn a thing or two from resurrection fern.


A fiery, hot summer here in Savannah! As I know it has been elsewhere across the US—and the world.
But somehow flowers continue to regale us here in my scorching Southern city.
As a nod to fiery heat, I feature red and yellow resistant beauties near us …




“Bring it on, summer!”








