MLK DAY

 

Love, not hate.

WHO'S GETTING OLD??!!!

 We had a great visit today with a nephew, his daughter and her husband.

I'm ashamed to say that I had never met Misha, our Great Grand Niece.

We had a nice lunch (thanks, Larry) and caught up on some family history.

I had meant to take pictures but, typical of this senile Senior Citizen, I forgot.

When I remembered we had parted company and were back home.

So I sent a message to Misha asking for a photo of the three of them.

Amazingly fast, I got this back.

They didn't even get out of the car!

I hope they pulled over!

Left to right, our nephew Larry, his daughter Misha, her husband Dan.

At our lunch, I told Misha I had asked the Almighty Google if she was a grand niece or a great niece.

A.G. told me either one was proper.

But I said I thought I would refer to her as my Great Grand Niece.

She's a great person but after all, as I told my wife, she IS from North Dakota.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Last night, as we were going to bed, my wife said to me "I thought it was Friday all day. Now I'm going to have to gear up for another Friday!"

WHAT?

Gear up for another Friday?

What could be better?

It's the day I bring you joy and laughter and inane cheerfulness!

It's the day for The Friday Funnies!

So before I begin, let me introduce you to a new contributor, a new Elf, someone who was led to me as someone who is a big fan of The Friday Funnies.

Her name is Carla and she will henceforth be known here as Carla the Cut-Up.

And she has provided (almost) all of the humor for this week.

So let's welcome her with a big round of applause and let her show you "her stuff".

So that's it.

Thank you, Carla, you have earned your stripes as a Humor Elf!

Oh, I know the rest of you are saying, "Wait a minute, what about the Trekkies?"

Well, you didn't think they'd quit on you, did you?

Okay, let's all get together in a big circle, howl like maniacs and have a fantastic weekend, shall we?

(Watch out for the cops!)

Oh, and never forget to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . ummmm . . )

A LAZY DAY

 

The reason for that, you might ask?

Because yesterday I watched SWMBO, aka The Master Cook, make a big pan of Scalloped Potatoes with four cheeses and chunks of ham.

We ate half of it for dinner and we'll have the other half today.

So no cooking duties . . just reheating and re-eating.

BUT, she just told me she was digging around in the refrigerator and pulled out a foil-wrapped chunk of left-over pork roast.

That, she said, will be shredded and barbecue sauce added to make barbecued pulled pork!

For another day!

So the dining is good at the International Headquarters of Oddball Observations.

Another reason to take it easy today is what I discovered when I first looked out the window this morning.

The snow is back!

After what fell the other day melted off, more snow showers began sometime during the night.

And our sunny sky is gone, at least until mid-day.

Nothing but gray up there right now and the snow is still falling, although lightly.

Ho-hum.

A lazy day, indeed.

WAY-BACK WEDNESDAY

 From time to time, I have taken the time to look back at a time in my past.

That has passed.

And I am often aghast.

Okay, I'll stop with the word games.

But anyway, I decided today was a good day to see where I was and what I was doing a few years ago.

So I turned the calendar pages back ten years ago and guess what I found?

We were preparing to make yet another move.

This time from Phoenix, where we had just spent a little less than ten months, back to Prescott Valley, where we had lived for nearly 20 years before.

We found in our ever-more-Senior years that Phoenix was just too hot and too expensive for us.

That was three moves ago.

Three in ten years and we're hoping the one that got us here was our last.

I had thought I'd turn back the calendar 20 years but I found that this blog only started in 2008, nearly 16 years ago.

But I did find an interesting if rather long post from that year and I thought I'd post it again.

After all, not all of you were with me back in that time.

LETTER FROM A FARM KID

(NOW AT Camp Lejeune NC . MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING.)

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,
Carol

BRRR!!!

 Mid-day Tuesday.

Prescott Valley, Arizona.

Temperature: 41° Fahrenheit,  5° Celsius.

WHAT???

Now that's in Phoenix or Tucson or Yuma.

But I live up here at around 5,000 feet elevation in the Central Highlands.

It gets colder here.

I said to my eye doctor the other day when the wind was howling and the temperature was about like this or colder "I did not move to Arizona for this!"

(He was born in Montreal and went to school in Toronto before moving to the U.S. of A.)

He said, "I forget, where did you move from?"

I said, "North Dakota.  About 50 miles south of your country.  Saskatchewan."

He chuckled and said "Now that's REAL Canada!"

But I know that this too shall pass.

Once again it will be balmy.

And, after all, we handle it better than the folks in the South.

MERRY MONDAY

 Remember our snowfall yesterday?

Almost all gone today as the storm moved east.

'Course it got some help from this fella.

And how does that make me feel?

But let me tell you, even though the sun is shining brightly, it's c-o-l-d out there.

30°F/-1°C at 11 o'clock as I'm writing this.

It's only supposed to top out at 34 today but tomorrow 45 so we can all go out and sunbathe.

Ha!  As if!

But there's one more thing that put a smile on my face this morning so I'll share it with you.

Have a great day!