The Pie Restaurant, otherwise known as the Rock Springs Cafe in Rock Springs/Black Canyon City, Arizona, has claimed two more in the continuing saga of former Phoenix television employees. Today, it was Roger Ball, a Silver Circle member of the Rocky Mountain Emmy Chapter.
And Carol Lynde, also a Silver Circle honoree and holder of 21 (count 'em) Emmy Awards statuettes.
They were joined by your friendly Scribe, not a member of any circle nor holder of any statuettes but boldly in the center of this picture protecting his friends from a polar bear.
Since I live about 50 miles north of the roadhouse and greater Phoenix is about 50 miles to the south, this has become a meeting place for reunions of this sort.
Suffice it to say that many stories of "the good old days" were related.
The other day I told SWMBO about something I'd been thinking lately. It was that as I grow older I keep having to learn how to live my life. Many things I could do as a younger man I can no longer do. So I have to learn new tricks to replace them and keep this old elderly body going. One, that the physician's assistant in my cardiologist's office keeps reminding me about, is to exercise. He encourages walking, if not every day, at least several days a week. I admit that I have become sedentary in recent years and often seldom leave the house for days at a time. So, I saw him the other day, and have resumed my daily walks around the neighborhood. This morning on my walk I ran across this misplaced object.
It's a small stuffed toy tiger.
Judy had spotted it the other day, lying in a nearby ditch, and urged me to stop and take a picture.
But we were on our way to joint doctor visits so I deferred.
Today I encountered him so I was photographing him when a car stopped right behind me and Lori, from down the block, said "I put him up there the other day, hoping the child who lost him would spot him."
I told her she was a Good Deed-Doer and took one more photo.
If the child who lost the little tiger doesn't see him maybe his mom or pop will see him on this blog.
He's at the corner of Thimble Lane and Knots Pass.
All right, already! Last night I had an email from Baseball Steve. He gently informed me that the sculpture in yesterday's post was NOT a Gila Monster. Then this morning Steve in Germany emailed me the same correction. So I stand corrected. The sculpture is actually of another denizen of the desert: a Phrynosoma, or a Horned Lizard. In this part of the world, they are affectionately called Horny Toads. So in honor of the double play by the two Steves and their perspicacity and the gentleness with which they corrected your Humble Scribe, I dedicate the first Friday Funny of this week to them.
Hey! Was that another Horny Toad?
Oh, never mind.
Listen Gentle Readers, profit by your mistakes, have a scintillatingly superb weekend, and always, always, always, remember to keep laughing!
(And I never once mentioned what today's date is.)
Once upon a time, many years ago, I was hiking in the Superstition Mountains just above Lost Dutchman Park. I was high up in the mountains, at the base of a vertical crag, when I decided to scale it a bit. I saw an opening above me, grasped the ledge and pulled myself up to find myself face to face with a Gila Monster. Now for those of you who don't know, the Gila Monster is a venomous lizard native to the Southwest. Wikipedia tells me it has a sluggish nature and thus presents little danger to humans. But it is a fearsome creature in appearance and well to be avoided. Believe me, I let go of that ledge immediately and dropped down the few feet to where I could rest and get my heart rate back down. I was reminded of that experience today when we pulled up to a hamburger joint in my present town. For what did I see, in sculptured metal, outside the front door?
Yes, my old nemesis, sitting just as still as he sat on that ledge in the Superstitions.
As I gazed at him, he seemed to have a look in his eye that said "This is MY territory. Don't mess with me, boy!"
No, we were no big fans of the Harry Potter books.
I picked the name out of the thin air because of the M on her forehead (only partially visible here.)
It wasn't until later that I learned that all tabbies have this M.
But about six weeks ago our beloved Muggles stopped eating.
She also had developed a nasty cough.
And she began migrating to an apparently chosen spot, under the bed in SWMBO's room.
She grew smaller and smaller as she went day after day without consuming any food and very little water.
We assumed she was dying.
And as much as we hated that and grieved over it, we held back from taking her to a veterinarian to have her "put down".
I told a friend, Tom in France, about it one day in a comment on his blog.
He responded lovingly, having gone through the loss of his dog Molly, like Muggles a member of the family more than a pet.
Muggles has begun eating again.
She still has the cough.
And she has lost so much weight that she resembles a kitten.
And when touched, her body is like a fur coat stretched over a framework of wire coat hangers.
But she apparently is spending less time under the bed, favoring the top of the bed and it's fuzzy quilt.
She still comes to me for her "petting" when I sit down at the base of the bed.
She still purrs.
She has taken up, once again, her habit of coming into the kitchen and banging the door that she knows is to the cupboard holding the cat food, even though she eats very little of it.
We don't really know what to think.
We had pretty much prepared for her departure from our lives.
Yet she perseveres in living. What a cat. Great cat. Muggles. May she be, like the title character in the book I brought home today from the library for SWMBO (and I) to read, "The Cat Who'll Live Forever".
The only travel I'll write about today is the venture out to my back yard yesterday. The day began with a beautiful and colorful dawn and ended with a magnificent sunset. I watched the dawn colors paint the sky but didn't photograph it. But in the evening SWMBO called my attention to the sky and I did grab my camera.
The setting sun reflecting off the clouds in the sky from a rainy day made it appear as if there was a massive fire just beyond the line of houses.
The colors ranged from golden to red to purple as the sun sank below the horizon.
It was an amazing display of the artistry of Mother Nature's paintbrush.