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Yesterday . . .

Today . . .

Wanna buy a car?

The BRD and her beau have decided to sell the Mercedes. It's just what everyone needs: a bright red classic. Take a look.

If you're drooling now, call Beau Jack. The area code is 928. Each of the photos will get bigger if you click on them. (Tell him you learned about it on Oddball Observations!)

Studies of Muggles

I vant to be alone!

Can't you do something about my eyes?

I'm trying to tell you something . .

I'm HUNGRY! GIVE. ME. FOOD!

I feel better!

I feel much better today, possibly thanks to this video sent by a friend.

Oh, those years

I don't know why. But every once in awhile I have a day where I feel every one of my years. That's about a month shy of 70-and-a-half right now. No particular reason. Oh, I didn't sleep very well last night. And my morning paper wasn't in the driveway when I went out to get it. (That's the Sunday New York Times - the only paper we take and SWMBO is never happy when we don't get one.) But we went out for breakfast, which as it turned out, neither one of us really wanted. And I picked up a copy of the Times at a grocery store. So, no loss there.

But, I just felt kind of off all day. Creaky in the joints, sort of tired. A short afternoon nap didn't seem to help. I took a picture of myself a few minutes ago and it seems to tell the story.

That kisser ain't very young anymore. Lines in the forehead, bags under the eyes. The beard is nearly all white, though the gray in my hair still is fairly well disguised by the brown. I was in to see an eye doctor a week or so ago and asked her what color my eyes were. She looked and said they were hazel. Well, I always thought they were blue but I'd noticed recently that they didn't look a bit like Paul Newman's always did. I guess that's just one more part of me that's blanding down as I age.

This could get real depressing if I didn't remember what an old friend of mine used to say.

I'd say, "Aw, this old age is for the birds." He'd say "Yeah, but it beats the alternative." That always got a laugh. Up until the alternative caught up with him.

SEX!!!

I was out in the back yard checking on my tomatoes yesterday when I spotted a praying mantis and went to grab the camera.

I noticed what I thought to be a grasshopper clinging to her back and tried to remove it with a blade of grass. That didn't work so I continued snapping pictures.

The mantis maneuvered around the grasses and plant stems and finally got to the fence, where she continued to climb. When I got the photos uploaded to my computer I discovered, to my embarrassment, that the passenger was . . . er . . . rather firmly attached and that the twosome apparently had been caught in flagrante delicto.

All I can say by apology is "Oops!" Sorry, I'm a city boy.

For your holiday weekend?

A friend in California sent me this photo from Morro Bay.

I guess it's lucky I quit drinking before I got there!