Monday, December 31, 2018


This is just to prove that the Weather Gods aren't as smart as they think they are.

Our forecast this morning said we'd have snow this afternoon.

It's 10:20 a.m. here now and this is what I see outside.

The back yard with the mural and the frozen-solid-birdbath leaning against the tree.

Yesterday when I thawed it out and filled it with water I nearly instantly had visits from a Mockingbird, several Collared Doves, a Finch, and a Bluejay.

But they seem to have taken today off or have found water elsewhere.

The patio furniture is also taking the day/season off.

Meanwhile the snow is falling continuously and, at times, the flakes are getting bigger.

My New Year's Eve will be spent in my nice warm home.


The year 2018 is already gone in parts of Australia.

Our turn is in sight.

Here in Arizona the last day of the year has dawned cloudy and dreary with a high temperature expected to be only 32 degrees Fahrenheit.

And snow is predicted to arrive here in the Central Highlands this afternoon.

Probably just a light covering though and it will likely be gone soon as the temperatures warm later in the week.

What can I say about 2018 but "meh".

Perhaps the New Year will be better.

Let's hope for it, Gentle Readers.

Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 29, 2018


What was that explosively-bright light I spotted yesterday?

Was it a meteor?

A terrorist attack?

A blown transformer?

No, none of those.

Just a last blast from El Sol for a gloomy, cold winter day in Arizona.

Friday, December 28, 2018


Good day, Gentle Readers.

Now that I've warmed up your humor senses with that Amazon-chicken-egg post of yesterday, let us get on to the real business of the day.

The Friday Funnies!

Now, Gentle Readers, yes, now . . . hitch up your knickerbockers, kindle your spirits, keep kicking knuckleheaded kindergartners out of your way, prepare yourself for a kaleidoscope of kaffeeklatsches, pound the kettledrums in a kindly and not klutzy way . . . . . and have a great weekend!

And always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

Wednesday, December 26, 2018


I just learned that a Valley of the Sun legend named Jerry Riopelle died in his sleep recently at the age of 77.

He was a guitar player and singer who played with many of the greats.

I first saw him at the Celebrity Theatre as an opening act for David Bromberg and his band.

His New Year's Eve concerts in Tempe became legendary.

Here is a clip that combines both Celebrity Theatre (which featured a revolving stage) and New Year's Eve in 1975.

During a crazy age Jerry was loved by his fans.

Monday, December 24, 2018


To all of you Gentle Readers, lurkers and contributors of great humor to this blog throughout the many past days, I give you my most grateful thank you and my sincere and enthusiastic wish for a peaceful holiday season and a fulfilling 2019.

Sunday, December 23, 2018


I come from a family of stoic males.

This is my father in Mesa, Arizona.

This is his brother in San Francisco.

This is my brother in Minot, North Dakota.

This is one of his sons in Washington state.

This is another of his sons on a visit to us in Prescott Valley, Arizona.

And this is me recently.

See what I mean?

There's a certain kind of "it's me against the world" attitude showing.

But in spite of all that stoicism in the Taylor family I remember Dad introducing our family to this Christmas song and playing it year after year.

It's become my tradition now so brace yourselves.

Dad's been gone a long time, now but I have a feeling he'd still get a kick out of that tune.

Saturday, December 22, 2018


Now if you folks read Cranky Old Man's posts regularly you know that he frequently goes back in the history of his blog and re-uses some.

Today I was lumbering around trying to come up with a post and I went back to the beginning of this blog.

That was in March of 2008, nearly eleven years ago.

And it was the second time I had written a blog.

The first one got wiped out when I got tired of struggling and decided to end it.

Anyway I started reading those beginning posts and found one I liked and decided, ala Joe, to give it another shot.

And I didn't write it originally but lifted it from somewhere else.

So here goes with "The Marines Need A Few Good . . ."


Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. 

Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. 

We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat. 

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. 

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,

Friday, December 21, 2018


Today, December 21st, 2018, marks the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of light of the year.

On the other hand, to those of you in Oz and other parts of the world south of the Equator, it's the Summer Solstice, the longest day of light of the year.

Confused yet?

Let me add to your puzzlement.

While the coasts of the United States of America, both east and west, are struggling with rain and storms, here in the Medium High Country of Beautiful Arizona it was 68 degrees yesterday and the sun shone brightly all day .


Pfaaff, I say.

Now let's see, there was something else.


Well I guess that mess of mirth put you all in the holiday spirit.

Now, meander merrily along into a mouthwateringly avoidance of malnourishment, whether in a mountainous region or the margins of your mighty land, seeking munificent and magnanimous gifts under the tree.

In other words, Gentle Readers, have a great weekend and a Merry Xmas.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oops, there they go . . . .)

Thursday, December 20, 2018


You've read my posts about SWMBO, aka Judy, and her work on the mural she painted on an old fence in our back yard.

And you may recall that I said the artistic talent runs deep in her family.

Two daughters and a son all have incredible artistic veins in their bodies.

The latest evidence?

The BRD's latest totem, a ceramic display that she created in her home workshop.

The photos show the two sides of the totem.

I think this piece is absolutely beautiful.

I hope you like it too.

(BTW, for those of you who may not have been paying attention, the BRD stands for Beautiful Rich Daughter.

Her real name is Gayle.)

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Tuesday, December 18, 2018


I was looking through my picture file and ran across a strange collection of photos.

Of a Santa impersonator (yours truly).

I couldn't make up my mind which picture to use.

So, could you give me a little help here?

Here are your choices.

Mad Santa

Sad Santa

Bad Santa

and Silly Santa


Friday, December 14, 2018


All right, all right, Gentle Readers, un-bate your breath, I'm here.

I forgot for awhile that it was Friday and then I had some business to take care of but now I am back in the virtual saddle, ready to satisfy your yearnings for a chuckle, a tee-hee, a guffaw.

Yes, my friends, it is time once again for the Friday Funnies.

To begin . . .

As you can see I am absolutely overcome with the Christmas spirit(s).

Remember this: it is that time of year when we pack on the pounds.  

So prepare with professionalism, preserve your preadolescence, avoid prohibitionists, and pontificate no phurther (sorry, I cheated with that last one.)

In short, Gentle Readers, have a marvelous weekend!

And always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .