Bobservations

Sunday was laundry day at Casa Bob y Carlos and I am the laundress, so I asked Carlos to put what he wanted washed into the hamper or else, you know, no wash.

I walked into the closet and he is holding up a shirt to wash; he reaches inside that shirt and pulls out another shirt; he reaches inside that shirt and pulls out another shirt; he reaches inside that shirt and pulls out another shirt; this happened until all seven shirts were separated and put in the hamper.

He wears Russian nesting Doll Shirts for crying out loud!

This Tuxedo Memory is from September 2015 and is entitled:

“It's My Blog And I'll Tuxedo If I Want To .....

Okay, so this is mainly a filler post as Carlos and I are out of town, visiting Raleigh, North Carolina, and attending a Mexican Independence Celebration at the Contemporary Art Museum [CAM] hosted by the Mexican Consulate and the Consul General.

That's a long-winded way of saying Carlos was invited to a shindig and I was "and Guest."

So, you'll get Tuxedo, sleeping on a high shelf in the closet next to a stuffed rabbit someone gave the cats as a gift, and one they promptly chewed the ears off and destroyed.

I guess now it's just a Cat Pillow?

Anyway, I'll be back live[?] tomorrow. Stay tuned.”

Tuxedo was never a filler cat!

Since the rapture didn't happen after the eclipse, remember who predicted it would ... and then stop listening to them.

This is a good story true or not … there is a little coffee shop, where two people arrive and approached the counter.

“Five coffees please. Two for us and three hanging.”

They paid, they took their two coffees and left. I asked the waiter:

"What’s this about hanging coffees?"

“Wait and you'll see."

Some more people came in. Two girls asked for a coffee each, they paid & left. The following order was for seven coffees and it was made by three women—‘three for them and four hanging coffees.’

I was left wondering...what is the meaning of the hanging coffees, they leave. Then, a man dressed in worn clothes, who looks like he might be homeless, arrives at the counter and asks sincerely...

“Do you have a coffee hanging?"

“Yes we do, sir.”

They serve him a coffee and I got my answer.

People pay in advance for a coffee that will be served to whoever can't afford a hot drink. This tradition started in Naples. Amazingly, it has spread throughout the world’s cities and towns.

It’s also possible to order not only "hanging coffees" but also a sandwich or a full low-cost meal. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all start doing this in the cities and towns where we live? Small kindnesses like this can impact so many lives, in ways we could never imagine.

Maybe we should all try it.

“May you live as long as you want and not want for as long as you live,” is an Irish toast but “bread, cinnamon, eggs and Maple syrup” is a French toast.

You’re welcome.

I do a lot of posts where I tease about Carlos and tell funny stories of him, but his birthday was last Sunday and so this is what I thought of him on his ‘day’ …

“On the yearly anniversary of my dear husband's birth, I shall like to say that in the past couple of months, since the passing of my father, I have had a difficult time.

Things seem to work out and then they don't; things happen, stresses rise and sleepless nights ensue. But all through that Carlos has been my rock and my salvation and my saving grace.

I have loved him for nearly twenty-four years and that love grows each and every day.

Happy birthday, baby, and thank you for all you do to keep me safe and sane and steady and loved.”

And that’s a Carlos Tale of a Different Color.

This is the 50th Anniversary of a woman being able to get a credit card without the signature of a man … let that sink in and then realize that Arizona is rolling back abortion laws to the 1860s.

It's almost like some men are out to punish women.

Years ago Carlos and I went to the Columbia Farmer’s Market Plant Sale looking for plants for our new yard. We found a few we liked and then Carlos found a two-foot-tall Popcorn Tree, AKA Popcorn Viburnum. It produces clusters of small, popcorn ball-shaped blooms in spring while the leaves turn red to purple in the fall. Carlos wanted it and asked one of the vendors how much it was … seventeen dollars, Carlos said, and so we packed it up with a few other plants and headed off to pay for our new additions.

New additions that totaled nearly $150.00 and almost caused Carlos to faint. You see, the Popcorn Bush wasn’t seventeen, but seventy dollars, and Carlos was too embarrassed to tell them we didn’t want it.

Good thing because this is the Popcorn Bush this spring … over six feet tall and worth every penny.

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