TIS THE SEASON

 TIME Magazine chose Joe Biden and Kamala Harris as it's People of the Year.

I saw one comment that said the honor should have gone to health care workers.

To remedy that miscarriage of justice, here is just one of them, my nephew Tim who, along with his wife, is a nurse in Washington State.

And, also in the spirit of the season, here is a short video of something I'm sure Tim would never do.

 

WHY?

 Now here's one that will drive you crazy.

Beau Jack sent it along with a bunch of other funnies and both I and SWMBO tried it and had the same result.

Give it a shot and see what YOUR brain does to you.

SATURDAY

 My part of Arizona has had some odd weather this week.

This morning it's overcast once again but without the fog which shrouded us earlier.

For example this view of Glassford Hill, our iconic and extinct (hopefully) volcano.

Trust me, it's there, hidden by that low-hanging cloud.

Then a day later, I believe, these were the (non)-views in my neighborhood.

Kind of makes me want to re-write the lyrics to that old song, "San Francisco, open your golden gates, send all that fog right down to me."

Well, I love fog so it was okay with me.

I read a lot of Sherlock Holmes stories when I was a kid and it brings back (fictional) memories of dark doings afoot on the moors.

Those clouds do have a bright side though.

They make beautiful sunsets.

Now just to leave you with a chuckle, take a look at this meme the BRD sent me this morning.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Here it is!

The day you've all been waiting for!

FRIDAY!

Oh, and by the way, Happy Hanukkah and Merry Christmas Shopping Season.

Now then, on to the business of the day.

Humor, humour, levity, titillation, joy, reckless abandon, the Friday Fun House emanations.

I can hear you, saying (yelling) "Oh for cryin' out loud, will you just get started!"

Indeed I can, and I shall, right now.

All right, fellow jokesters, that's it for this week.

I hope you'll all endeavor to enjoy an exciting end of the week and I will trust you to not get enervated.

Oh, and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh, you big show-off)

A RAINY MORNING

 How about that?

When I went out early this morning to take the garbage dumpster to the street, I saw dark skies and a few raindrops on my driveway.

A bit later, as I sat by the window next to my computer, I saw a slightly more intense rain falling for a couple of hours.

Here's the proof.

SWMBO says when a puddle forms in our back yard that means we've had some mentionable rain.

You may note that I mention the rain nearly every time we get more than a few drops.

We live in Arizona!

Rain is rare here.

We only get a few inches of it in an average year.

So humor me.

It's a rainy day.

I said it and I'm stickin' with it.

IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE . . .

 Judy (aka SWMBO) and I don't really celebrate holidays any more.

We're OLD!

And it's only the two of us.

After laboring in the kitchen for two days for about a 15 minute dining experience on Thanksgiving this year, she said "That's it! Never again."

Although I have been making my appearance at the kitchen stove more lately, I couldn't help but agree.

And Christmas has only been something to get out of the way as quickly and easily as possible for years now.

So I was a tad surprised when she decided to do her holiday decorating last night.

Granted, it's not much.

But it's us.

It's how book people decorate.

I mean what's more Christmassy than plastic crystal strings hung over the bookcases, right?

Okay, okay, that's not all.

I mean we do have a tree, after all.

Several of them in fact.

And Santas and toys and snow.

So you celebrate Christmas your way and we'll celebrate it ours.

Now where's that bowl of wassail anyway?

Merry Christmas to all and . . well, you know the rest.

2020 POLITICS

 

"You wanna fight?!!!"