Saturday, December 31, 2016


A friend gifted Judy with this Crown Royal 3-D glass and a coaster that lights up when a full glass of the magic elixir is placed on it.

She also provided a bottle of Judy's favorite quaff to fill the glass.

Knowing my preference for vodka, she also gave me a bottle of Stoli and a couple of "rocks" glasses.

Now that's a good way to say goodbye to 2016 and hello to 2017.

I hope your New Year will be a happy one.

As my friend Steve in Germany might say . . "Most of the Time".

Friday, December 30, 2016


Gentle Readers, congratulations!

You have survived the Christmas holidays.

Now brace yourself for an even bigger test.

New Year's Eve!

There's only one thing to avoid on this Celebration of Celebrations.

Too much "fun" on the Eve so that you end up like this on New Year's Day.

So there you have it.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

But above all, have an absolutely wonderful, sparkling weekend, filled with joy that this dreadful year is over and false hopes for a hopeful new beginning.

And no matter how hard it is . . . keep on laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .


Thursday, December 29, 2016


Back in 1961 I was working at a radio station in Minot, North Dakota.

I was, I am proud to say, a rock and roll disc jockey.

I was on the air every night as . . . wait for it . . . Bruce on the Loose.

Curiously, that monicker has stuck with me through the years.

Only a few years ago I was at a reunion picnic and someone I hadn't seen since high school said, behind me, "It's Bruce on the Loose!"

I don't have any pictures of me at the microphone, spinning my stacks of platters.

(Yes, you younger readers, the music was on 45 and 33 rpm vinyl discs in those days.)

But I do have this photo from that era.

I was 21 years old, living at a YMCA and here was putting all the seductive charm I could fathom on the young secretary in the office.

It didn't work.

Somehow, some way, she was able to resist my reptilian ways.

Bruce on the Loose, indeed!

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


Some low-hanging clouds beyond the "savannah" last week before the big snowfall arrived.

(Clicking on the picture enlarges it.)

Tuesday, December 27, 2016


I tend to think of Farmers' Markets as a warm weather phenomenon.

And the Prescott Farmers' Market does occur during the warmer months.

But surprise!

Prescott Valley invites the growers to participate throughout the winter.

And today is the day.

I visited the market a week ago and took some photos.

One booth had a variety of squash and gourds, for eating or decorating.

I had never heard of arugula sprouts but there they were, alongside some pea sprouts.

Another booth had a variety of breads and cookies.

The Burning Daylight Farm featured home-made cupcakes.

And who knew that Paulden had a winery?

The judges at a Kingman wine festival did as the vintners came home with some ribbons in their first year of production.

And if the food and wine don't get to you, how about some hand-carved wooden spoons.

Or cutting boards in the rear.

The farms and ranches that produce these and other items are scattered from Chino Valley to Paulden to Williamson Valley to Dewey  to Humbolt to Mayer and even over the mountain to Camp Verde.

If you live here and care about farm-to-table food, you might want to stop by the parking lot with the white stalls in Prescott Valley Tuesday afternoons.

Monday, December 26, 2016


We have just passed what I think of as the mid-point of the holiday season.

It begins with Thanksgiving and a feast.

Leftovers and pre-Christmas sweets occupy the period of the next few weeks.

Here's one that surfaced at my house this year.

Bread pudding which starts with a Chocolate Chip Panettone from Trader Joe's.

SWMBO made two of them this year and only a portion of one of them left the house.

The remainder is being scarfed up by we two gluttons.

I think it's good either hot, re-warmed or cold while the master chef prefers hers to be always heated.

Topped off, of course, with a splash of Reddi-Whip.

But to get back to the season, it continues up to New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

The baked ham we had yesterday looks like it will probably take us this short week.

We got a good deal on some lobster tails at the grocery store the other day so that will take care of our New Year's Eve dining.

The next day will be the beginning of coming down from the holiday food splurge, cleaning up whatever leftovers are still around.

It may appear to you as if our holiday season revolves around food.

Yes, it does.

We have always been, in that somewhat disparaged term today, "foodies".

It has widened our horizons and broadened our . . . well . . . I guess you can guess how this sentence ends.

So I'll head for the kitchen and another piece of that Egg Nog Bread a wonderful neighbor gifted to us.

And I'll rely on kitty-kitty to finish off this post.

Sunday, December 25, 2016


"When what to my wondering eyes should appear . . ."

The 20 to 25 minute drive home from the BRD's new home last night took us an hour, in Jack's big SUV with 4-wheel drive.

As we neared our home the visibility dropped to near zero.

Outside, some 7 inches of snow had covered everything.

And this morning it's a winter wonderland out there.

It appears to be a wet, heavy snow clinging to everything.

But now the storm has passed, the sun is peeking through the clouds and as the temperature begins to rise again the big melt-off will start.

But in the meantime it's a white happy Christmas.

Saturday, December 24, 2016


It looks like we're going to have a White Christmas in Prescott Valley, Arizona.

The rain just turned to snow and began to stick even though the temperature is still 38 degrees but dropping.

Time: 2 p.m. Christmas Eve, Mountain Standard Time.

2:15 p.m.


Christmas Eve prompts one's mind to drift back into memory land.

To remember holidays good and merry and bright and some that didn't achieve that distinction.

Gifts I remember from my childhood like the Erector Set that I was convinced from shaking the wrapped box before Christmas was a box of rocks.

My big brother might have had a hand in that, too.

The year I got a magic set, embarking me on an interest in the dark arts that has lasted all my life.

I still enjoy watching a good magician on television these days.

Huge turkey dinners and a competition to see who could get to the couch (we called it a davenport) for a nap and to rest an overstuffed belly.

Some Christmases spent totally alone, far from family and friends.

Not good, those.

And so it goes.

We shall spend some time this evening at the new home of the BRD and her Beau Jack.

(Yes, they're back together.)

Remember this thought as you all celebrate Christmas this year.

If you, like SWMBO, hate puns, place the blame on Lori Down the Block, who shared this with me last night.

As for myself, I love it.

Happy Hollandaise!

Friday, December 23, 2016


Ha Ha and Ho Ho Ho

Who's that out there in the snow?

Why I believe it's Santa Claus!!!

Well, it may be Bad Santa.

At any rate, here we are on the final sleigh ride toward Christmas and it's Friday.

Guess you know what that means.

I sincerely hope all of you Gentle Readers have the merriest of Christmases and that you fill them with peace, joy, good food and laughter.

Thanks to the many contributors who made today's post and Friday Funnies posts throughout the year possible.

Remember, whether it's amusement or bemusement always keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .