Monday, June 18, 2018


Back in the good times.


Saturday, June 16, 2018


There are at least six ravens that live at the Tower of London.

There's an old superstition that says if they ever leave, the British monarchy and subsequently Britain will fall.

But modern historians say that's merely a figment of someone's imagination.

Regardless, the flight wings on one side are clipped to keep the ravens from flying away.

Other than that the birds are well cared for by a Ravenmaster and the Yeoman Warders.

All of which brings me to the true story, not legend, of the StoneRidge ravens.

The photos come from the true resident of the house, my friend StoneRidge Lori.

It is the bird bath in front of her house that seems to attract them.

The "bubbler" really seems to fascinate them.

One of the rascals decided it was a floating raft and decided to go for a ride on it.

The other one dipped a toe in the water to see what the temperature was.

Lori says she has to clean the birdbath frequently because the ravens bring their food there, apparently to wash it.

So she finds all or parts of mice or lizards and on the day when the trash dumpsters are set out for pickup it can be whatever the ravens have scavenged.

One day she said she looked out and there were two large pieces of french bread in the birdbath ravens' restaurant.

This guy seems to be saying, "Hey, what happened to my breakfast/lunch/dinner.

Is that what he's saying?

Or is he just laughing at the silly humans who are entertained by a bubbler in a birdbath.

We shall never know for sure.


(Tower of London raven photo by Historical Royal Palaces.  All other photos by L. Lewis.)

Friday, June 15, 2018


Yeah, me too.

All right, Gentle Readers, it's time once again to reflect, rest and rejuvenate.

It's time to put your cares and worries aside for awhile and let those wrinkles laugh lines take over your countenance.

It's time for The Friday Funnies!



Play ball!

All right you cheery, chuckling, chortling chumps . . . the command from the top is: have yourself a merry little weekend.

All right, all right, ENOUGH!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh, man, I may have to check her prints.)

Wednesday, June 13, 2018


The Prescott Daily Courier's ace reporter, Cindy Barks, had a story in the newspaper today about the drought conditions in Arizona.

Here in our immediate area, she reported, we've had only a little more than two and a quarter inches of rain in the past 9 months.

That compares to about 13 and a third inches the year before.

And it makes 2018's "water year" the driest since 1898!

Tell that to your climate change deniers.

But the monsoon season is on its way, partially courtesy of Tropical Storm Bud now off the southern tip of Baja California, pushing moisture north through Southern Arizona.

Here in the Prescott area that gives us about a 50 percent chance of thunderstorms by Friday night.

I changed my header picture to encourage it.

But the rain, if it comes, will only be around for a couple of days.

As any local knows, the monsoon season doesn't officially begin until the 4th of July.

Monday, June 11, 2018


I may have said this before.

Our cats are Indoor Cats.

They don't go outside.

Except when they get a chance.

They both escaped out the patio door a week or so ago.

Muggles just lay down on the patio and enjoyed the night air.

Blackwell was gone for a couple of hours before he returned, looking even cockier than ever with his John Wayne amble.

Last night he did it again and went over "the Fence".

Judy blamed herself but I said "you just can't trust the evil bastard!"

Anyway, he came back after a mere 30 minutes of rambling this time.

Muggles, meanwhile, was bored by the whole event.

Incidentally Blackwell had an eye injury some time back.

It looked like he might have caught a claw in one of his eyes and it eventually turned a bloody, reddish brown.

We feared he had lost the sight in it.

Judy used some of her glaucoma eye drops on him.

We don't know whether those or just "Natural Cat Healing" made the difference but, amazingly, the eye has nearly totally cleared up and he has just a slight spot at the bottom of his pupil.

His sight appears to be back to normal.

Normal enough to see a door open a crack, affording him the opportunity for another late night ramble.

Saturday, June 9, 2018


I can hear the mental wheels whirring even from the other room down the hall.

She has told me the fence mural is far from finished.

But what will be added to it is known only to her.

I got a hint though after she returned from a visit to a crafts store.

These are lined up and ready to be used.

For something.

Grass Green, Yellow Ochre, Raw Umber, Titanium White, and Crimson.

Hmmmmmm . . .

(stay tuned)

Friday, June 8, 2018


Ahhhh, what a week.

There's only one good thing you can say about it.

Because as you know, Gentle Readers, Friday brings us all that brief period of time when we can put our careworn troubles aside, ease back in our respective chairs for awhile and LAUGH!

So let us begin.

Did you know that cats are not the only animals that can not resist small spaces?

Take a look at the evidence.

Listen, I have it on good authority that even BIRDS seek out those tiny spaces.

So there you have it.

Some thoughts to dwell on tomorrow morning as you're sleeping off your Friday night debauchery with a new friend.

Or an old pal perhaps.


Now I won't equivocate, prevaricate or prattle on any further.

Let's all have a perfectly, positively, painstakingly, precisely fine weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!!!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(Yes, you can bring a friend.)