Another week, another day, another Friday.
I woke up this morning.
That's the good news.
Another week, another day, another Friday.
I woke up this morning.
That's the good news.
The Spanish word comida translates to food or meal or lunch or dinner or . . . .
Lots of things, it seems, but when we lived in Mexico and ever after we used/use it to mean the main meal of the day, more frequently eaten in our senior years in mid to late afternoon.
For example, tacos and/or tostadas.
This is a tostada for the ages.
From the bottom up then: a crispy tortilla, refried beans, ground beef with homemade taco seasoning, grated cheddar cheese, chopped tomatoes, avocado and shredded lettuce.
That may be gilding the lily but I was assured that it tasted great.
If a bit messy. (Where's the hose???)
😄😄😄
I call her The BRD, for Beautiful Rich Daughter.
I had to explain recently that she is not rich in the financial sense but she is certainly rich in artistic talent and in loving kindness.
She has volunteered at a food pantry, worked in hospice care and on election duties.
And, as this photo which she recently posted proves, she is most certainly beautiful.
This scene played out the other day.
There was another, fainter arc up there to the left but it doesn't show in this photo.
Just checking in to let you know we still have a sense of humor.
Well, those are the jokes, folks.
As for us, we're looking forward (HA!) to a move to new digs in early September.
An angel has shown a light.
Now youse guys get out there and have yourselves a riotously raucous weekend.
And always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .