THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Oyez, oyez, ye olde week draws to a close once again.

It's been . . oh . . one of those weeks.

Nuff said.

I hope life around your corral is galloping merrily.

And speaking of merrily, that's why I'm here.

So let's see what I've dredged up for you this week.

That's all I've got folks.

So the rest is up to you.

Get thee hence and have a spectacular weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . oh, so arty . . )

A BOY AND HIS DOG

Not for real though.

It's a bronze sculpture on the grounds of the Prescott Valley Civic Center.

Nice memories, though.

MEMORIES OF JIMMY

This is one of the last songs the late Jimmy Buffett recorded.

It references the way scuba divers find the surface when they get disoriented.

And it says a lot about life in general.

Thanks, Jimmy.

DAY OF REFLECTION

Twenty-two years ago today the United States came under attack on its own soil by terrorists who hijacked four commercial jets.

They flew two of them into the World Trade Towers in New York, one into the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, and, during a battle with passengers, crashed the fourth one into a field in Pennsylvania.

Here, far away in Prescott Valley, Arizona, those tragic events are memorialized every year.

The Healing Field, as it is called, is a display of some 3,000 flags set up on the grounds of the Prescott Valley Civic Center to honor those whose lives were lost on September 11th, 2001.

Each flagpole carries a card with details about one of the victims.

And boots are placed at the base of the flags of firefighters, police and military victims.

It is a quiet place for people to think back and remember that dark day in America's history.

Ummmm . . . .

 

CLOUDS A-BUILDING

Our normally blue skies were filling with what I call "thunder bumpers" today and we could have a few rainy days ahead of us.

It makes for some pretty sky shots.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

So how was your short week, my friends and Gentle Readers?

Oh yes, I forgot, some of you in foreign lands didn't have a day off on Monday for workers.

Come to think of it, neither did I.

All of my days in my Senior Years are days off.

That sort of makes me smile.

And speaking of smiling . . . it's time for the end of the week tomfoolery!

Fellow fools, the tomfoolery has come to an end for the week.

Now, though some of you have just had one, I'd like you to finagle your way to a festive weekend.

No F's on your grade card, please.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . aww, the disappointment . . )