SATURDAY

 A lazy Saturday and time for a new header photo.

It's the north shore of Waialua and the image was captured by someone from Portland, Oregon who goes by the name Sean O.

I don't have much else this morning.

No pictures of note.

My latest experiences in the kitchen have yielded Friday night pizza (frozen, from the supermarket, with a little doctoring) and an old-fashioned Tuna Noodle Casserole.

My family wasn't French-ified.

We called it a "hotdish".

At any rate I decided you didn't want to see either one of those so no photos exist.

Got a load of laundry going this morning, have to run to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and with that I'll probably have worn myself out.

Just a typical Saturday.

Enjoy the header.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Sorry, I'm late, I had computer problems this morning.

But they're fixed now and we can resume our traditional travel away from our travails.

Yes, it's time for some HUMOR!

(That's HUMOUR to those of you who speak the King's English.)

Whatever.

Think about it.

Okay, while you're doing that, let me importune you all to have a remarkable weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . .

THE HEAT IS ON

The nearest official thermometer is at the airport in Prescott, a few miles away and a couple of hundred feet higher than here in Prescott Valley.

It says the temperature at 4 p.m. as I'm writing this is clocking in at 83 degrees.

I was just talking to my neighbor and he said the thermometer measuring the outside temperature on his truck said it was 86.

But the real heat today came in around 100 miles to the south of us, at the airport in Phoenix.

Hey, that's nothin'.

Back in 1988 the first triple digit day occurred on March 26th!

And as we Arizonans are fond of saying . .

I have lived and visited in other parts of the country, where the humidity can match the temperature, and I can testify that the heat is much less tolerable there.

But what the heck, the first day we hit the century mark this year happens to fall on Cinco de Mayo.

Not that we need it but what two better excuses to crack one of these . .

TENACITY

 You have to give plants, and WEEDS, a lot of credit.

They can grow into trees sometimes through a crack in a sidewalk.

Nothing seems to stop them if they are left alone.

Kudzu came from nowhere and took over the southland of the United States.

Out where I live cacti grow in a land seemingly devoid of water.

Or tumbleweed.

Who can overlook tumbleweed?

Then there are these small, delicate white blossoms that crop up everywhere during the Spring of the year.

I don't know their proper name.

I suppose someone who reads this will identify them.

But look at that rocky, weedy soil they've come out of - right at the side of a busy street.

I never cease to be amazed.

Especially when flowering plants that I've carefully planted, watered and tended wither and die on the vine.

SATURDAY NIGHT SUPPER

 

Sometimes the best supper is breakfast.

MAY DAY

 There can now be no doubt - Spring is here.

I know that first by observing the temperatures rise into the 80's here the past couple of days but second and more important by May 1st arriving.

That is traditionally a holiday to celebrate another Spring season.

When I was a kid, we used to exchange May Baskets, usually containing small hard candies.

I understand adults sometimes gave baskets filled with flowers.

Some Socialists and Communists chose the date as International Workers' Day and held parades.

Now, in my senescent years, I might prefer to mark the day the way our neighbors' cat Matty did on our couch yesterday.

He actually looked like he was sleeping off a May Day party hangover.

Speaking of that, one of my commenters on Thursday's post about the Terrible Trio wondered if we'd see those lads in their present day incarnation.

The last time we all got together was 6 years ago when they came to help me celebrate my 75th birthday.

That's Timmer, Taylor, Tom and a 4th former conspirator, Torbeck.

The Four T's.

All still perambulating, I might add.

Maybe we should form a singing group.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 If you thought *yesterday's* post was funny you probably also thought yesterday was Friday.

Ha!

Gotcha again!

Because, Gentle Readers and Humor Seekers, *today* is Friday.

I know this because the Comedy Cartel is calling to me, shrieking "let me out, let me out!"

And so I shall.

Now if you think this week's edition went to the dogs you might be right.

At any rate I hope you have a wonderful weekend, full of yucks, fine dining, some outside activities and don't forget to pet your puppy.

Oh and one other thing.

Always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .