ELECTION DAY

To all my friends and readers in the United States of America: today is the day and, as you've been told ad infinitum, every vote counts so . . .

IT WAS A HAIL-UVVA DAY!

Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest.

But yesterday was a waiting day as we expected a thunderstorm.

At one point it was a bright sunny day if one looked out the window at the front of our abode while peering out a window at the rear of the house showed a darkening sky promising . . . something.

And finally it came.

A hailstorm!

Fortunately the pellets were small so they probably didn't do any damage to roofs or cars left outside.

But it lasted long enough that the stones piled up in spots and looked almost like snow.

At least one inhabitant of our area appeared startled by the onslaught and stayed mostly hidden in her flowery lair.

TIME, TIME

While Arizonans are laughing heartily . . .

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

I bet you thought that outburst of humor yesterday would have been this week's Friday Funnies, only one day early.

No, no, rich kids.

That was just a Halloween Special.

The Humourmeister is right here today with another dose for what ails you.

But before we begin, let me prove to you that the Taylors went all out on their Halloween decorations this year.

All right, shall we get to the business at hand?

Them's the chokes, folks.

Chokes, those are jokes you choke on.

Jiminy, do I have to explain everything!

Now calibrate carefully, don't be cautious, be non-conventional, be contemporaneous, clearheadedness is not called for, let comedy be your construct, your cause for certification.

In summation, have a GREAT weekend!

And always keep laughing!

(And chorteling and cackling, just to continue the chorus.)

(whew)

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . oh, yeah, I've seen that look. . . . )

THOSE SCARY DODGERS & THE SPOOKS

Finally, here it is.

The night of silent sepulchres and slithery serpents.

The night of darkness and fear.

Halloween!

But before I get to that, for what sports fans are out there, the Los Angeles Dodgers are once again the baseball kings of the world, having defeated the New York Yankees in the 2024 World Series.

Now you all know me as a fan of the Arizona Diamondbacks and as one who "hates" the Dodgers.

But as I told Baseball Steve the other night, I've hated the Yankees for far longer, since I was a little kid.

And until the Diamondbacks came into existence in 1998 I was a Dodger fan, first with Brooklyn and then with L.A. once they moved.

I have proof.

That's me in a photo taken on the patio of our home in Guadalajara, Mexico in 1988, triumphantly holding up the Los Angeles Times.

So Congratulations, once again, to the Mighty Dodgers and wait 'til next year.

Now, as for Halloween, I promised you an extravaganza and here it comes.

That's it for me for this Halloween, good friends and Gentle Readers.

I hope you have a rip-roaring good time and are not too frightened this Halloween Night.

And always remember something . . . what the heck was it anyway?

Oh, yeah, KEEP LAUGHING!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . ooooooohhh . . . )

ONE MORE DAY OF SUSPENSE

Yes, fiendish friends, we're down to the brink.

Only one more day until Halloween.

Now whether you are a true traditionalist and have your home decorated inside and out with jack-o-lanterns and skeletons and gauzy fabric mimicking spider webs and imitation black cats and ghouls and vampires . . . or whether you're like me, hiding in a darkened back room until it's all over . . . it's a great time to overdo your candy crushes.

I read somewhere this past week that Reese's Pieces are the favored candy given out on Halloween Night in most of the United States. I'm not a fan.

Of course, there are a lot of pumpkin recipes that we'll be seeing from now until Thanksgiving next month, if not beyond.

They include cheesecakes, bars and other cookies of all makes, as well as the traditional pumpkin pies.

Years ago I became family-famous for my pumpkin cheesecake but I haven't made it in ages.

Maybe this year.

You could tell me of your Halloween traditions as well as your favored pumpkin recipes, if you have either.

In the meantime, I wish you great fun (or not) tomorrow night and a warning: don't eat too much sugary wonderfulness.

Now here's something to perhaps give you pause.

TWO TO GO!

My warnings are getting scarier, even to me!

But my goblin friends, time is drawing truly short now for you to prepare for the ghostly night.

Speaking of goblin, or rather gobblin', you know I've told you about my baking many times here.

And also many times about SWMBO's cooking.

She does most of that.

But yesterday, I took pity on her and decided I, the so-called Master of the House, would make dinner.

And so I did and here's a photo of my kitchen extravaganza.

True, I did have some help from Orville Redenbacher and my microwave oven.

But still.

It's the caring that counts, right?

Now back to that most terrifying of all nights, coming up soon as the pendulum clock ticks away in the darkened hall, but still keeping to a food theme, as is my wont, brace yourself.

Just two more days, folks, just two more days.