THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Oh, yes I did!  You all thought I wouldn't remember what day it was, didn't you?  Well I did.  So there.

Sometimes it's the smallest things in life that can drive you CRAZY! Know what I mean?

But we've discovered a way to make her feel better.

Here's one just for my step-daughter, the BRD, who seems to relate to these.

That may have stemmed from the "good old days".

Ah well, you can always count on the feline species to keep you amused.  Well.  Me, anyway.

Meanwhile, in the other room . . .

What's that?  You're not laughing yet?  Well . . .

Okay, that's it folks.  Unlike my friend above, keep smiling and have a wonderful weekend.

THROWBACK THURSDAY

California - the 1970's

Former South Vietnamese Prime Minister Nguyen Cao Ky

Madame Ky

and me

WILD KINGDOM

The finches have fled.  Well not fled, exactly, but they've abandoned their nest and their young.  Or fledged them though Judy doesn't think the babies had enough time to fledge.  But she had noticed over the past few days that the mama finch had stopped coming to the nest. Finally yesterday I got a ladder out for her and she climbed up to find a very neat but empty nest.  We hadn't seen any babies on the ground or seen any alarmed activity by the parents but then we've had other things to do than watch the finches.  At any rate, Judy took the nest down and disposed of it and cleaned off the pillar with a hose.  We'll see if they return to the same spot to create another nest.

They still visit the bird bath in the back yard frequently though we have yet to see one actually bathe.  But they like the water to drink, as do the Mountain Jays that visit from time to time.

Oh, and we did have a snake visitor the other day.  The cats spotted it first as it came out of the front yard and into the street, when Judy spotted it.  I went outside to take a look.  He looked like a rattlesnake but when I got fairly close I could not see any rattles and he didn't threaten.  Later I found one like him via The Google and decided it was a Long Nosed Snake, non-venomous.  Here's the one I found on the web.

Ours was very similar.  When I went out a few minutes later to get a photo of him he had crossed the street and disappeared.

The Google says they feed on lizards and amphibians.  Nothing about baby birds who have fallen from their nest and are helpless on the ground.  So we can forget about that, I think.

The bunnies are still around in the evening.

Last night we had two in the yard at once and then I caught a glimpse of a couple more running in the street out back.  We don't have any garden plants so they're harmless to us and fun to watch. And it gives Judy something else to put water out for.

The wind is quieter today but seems to be indicating a desire to kick up once again.

Such is life in MY little Wild Kingdom.

THE WIND

The f***ing wind is blowing.  

Again.  

Still.

It's been blowing like this for days.

Gusting up to 30 miles per hour.

The trees are whipped around constantly.

Prescott Valley is known for its spring winds.  But this, for crying out loud, is the middle of June!  When is it going to stop?

Awhile ago, Judy said the front porch is a mess of leaves.  She wants to go out and sweep it off.  But the damnable wind keeps blowing and more and more leaves keep falling.

We were out this morning and heard a woman in an office say "all the trash from my neighbor's yard is now over in mine."

When the wind blows like this I am often reminded of a line from Slouching Towards Bethlehem, a collection of short stories from decades ago by Joan Didion.  She was writing in one of the stories about the Santa Ana winds of Southern California.  She wrote something like, when the Santa Anas are blowing, the housewife cleaning up the kitchen after dinner idly runs her thumb along the edge of a butcher knife while absently studying her husband's jugular vein.

Those, my friends, are some evil winds.

Here in Arizona, just like in California, year after year of drought have the forests and the brushlands bone dry and only one spark can set off a conflagration.

Another fire was burning yesterday in once-beautiful Oak Creek Canyon, much of which was charred only a couple of weeks ago by a fire that lasted for days.

Several other fires have been reported around the state.  News reports say the entire state is in high fire danger.

And the f***ing wind is blowing.

PRESCOTT VALLEY DAYS

The latter part of last week was set aside for Prescott Valley Days in my town.

A carnival was set up with lunch-defying rides.  Unfortunately I visited about noon on Saturday and it apparently was too hot to open up.

So I ventured inside Tim's Toyota Center to see what was going on. Not much, as it turned out.  This group of "synchronized walkers" was pacing back and forth as Alan Jackson's "Proud to Be An American" blared forth from a loudspeaker.

In the hallways a quilting display was the main attraction.

There was even one dedicated to Jimmy Buffett.

Apparently quilters are getting younger.

A model train display had been advertised but it consisted of just two small tables with trains going around oval tracks.  I couldn't bring myself to photograph them.

There had been a parade earlier in the day but I had missed it.

A number of booths were operating, selling metal cactuses and javelinas, for example.

Don't think I'd want a herd of these in my front yard.

Or these -  inflatable Japanese dolls.

The best part of the celebration for me?  Plenty of fried food!

Or you could opt for what the vendor was calling Barbecue on a Stick.

It looked like the Indonesian Satay my wife fixes every once in awhile. But who am I to argue.

P-V Days!  Come one, come all!

FATHER'S DAY 2014

I can't remember ever calling him "father".  He was always "Dad" to me and my brother.

He was my single father, as they're known these days, from the time my mother died when I was 13.

He worried a lot about that and whether he was doing a good enough job.  I was a mischievous kid and got into my share of trouble, though my scrapes were nothing compared to what kids do today.

He was a good Dad and I was lucky enough to have the chance to tell him that more than once.  And I was able to dig down beneath my North Dakota crust and tell him I loved him.

Franklin Berry Taylor

1903-1980

FLORA & FAUNA

Time to update life around the yards outside our home.

SWMBO had been referring to this as a holly bush, mainly because of the leaves.

But, having never seen a holly bush with blue berries before I did some searching on The Google.  I found one just like it and it is a Mahonia Aquifolium, otherwise known as an Oregon Grape.

The grapes are edible, though very tart.  I think we'll leave them as ornamentals.

By the way, the word "aquifolium" in the name means "holly-leaved", so I guess SWMBO wasn't that far off.

Now about our finches.  You may remember a couple built a nest atop a column under our front porch.  We've been keeping an eye on them and I'm happy to report there are four new babies.

Our view of the nest from our front window.

Somewhat closer.  Those are all chicks in that nest.

You can't really make them out but they are there.

And hungry.  Always hungry.

The eggs were hatched one day apart and we believe they hatched at about the same rate.  The baby with his mouth wide open, waiting for mother to return, is the oldest, we believe.

And no, we haven't named them.

Here's a short video of mom feeding her brood.  Just as she flies off, you can see several heads pop up, looking for more.  Unfortunately I wasn't expecting that so I turned the camera off just as they popped up.

Meanwhile in the back yard, our bird bath is loved by the finches. And a couple of Mountain Jays have also discovered it.

We also have bunnies.  Desert Cottontails is what they're called. One or two at a time come in to graze the weeds in the back yard.  Judy has put some carrot chunks out a couple of times and they love the treats.

Then she said "I think I need to put out a water dish for them."

I said "Oh, c'mon, they won't use it.  The Google says they get their water from the plants they eat."

So, who won that argument?

I don't call her SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) for nuthin', folks.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

Oh, yes, the lovely kitties.

Just forget that today is Friday the 13th and have a wonderful weekend.  And keep a smile on your face.

THROWBACK THURSDAY

The early 1960's.  Pressed into action on a day off to shoot film of a building fire.

(Yes, it was "film" in those days and it had to be processed before we could see what we had.  And, yes, I really was that slim once upon a time.)

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

IN AND AROUND

On our recent visit to "the Valley" we visited one of my favorite places - the Phoenix Art Museum.  I told you about the Hollywood Costumes exhibit last Saturday.

Here are some other photos I took in and around the museum.

LUNCH AT THE GARAGE

We had our appetites' whetted by seeing a segment on the Valley's PBS station's program, "Check Please", about a bar/restaurant called "The Garage".  It actually is a former garage and the sign out front is from the car-fixing days.  Inside, it is decorated somewhat eclectically.

A bicycle hangs from the ceiling at one point.

Where we sat, a huge propellor is mounted on the red brick wall.

But what we came for was the food and we weren't disappointed. We started with an appetizer of a tiger shrimp cocktail.  Two for each of us but they disappeared so fast I failed to get a photo.

Then Judy had the chili dog with waffle fries.

I selected the patty melt with onion rings.

Oh, yes, a couple of pints of amber ale sweetened the experience.

"The Garage" - nice place, great service from a constantly smiling Tony, good food, good drink.  We couldn't finish our sandwiches so we boxed up the leftovers and popped them in a cooler for our trip home and enjoyed them for a light dinner.

Should you find yourself in Phoenix and looking for a place for either lunch or dinner, you might want to try it.  It's just west of 16th Street and Bethany Home Road.  Salut!

NEED A BIT OF A PROD?

If so, you might try a Red Hot Poker!  I have a photo.

The gals down at the Prescott Valley Nursery assure me that's the correct name for this plant.  Although it also is known as a torch lily or a tritoma.  Technically it is a Kniphofia.  It was named after Johann Hieronymus Kniphof, an 18th Century German physician and botanist. Don't think he ever made it to Arizona but his plant did.

The blossom only lasts for a few days but the lower part is an evergreen and stays year-round.

And that's your botany lesson for today.

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD!

While down in "the Valley" this week, SWMBO (Judy) and I stopped at the Phoenix Art Museum to see a special exhibit.

"Hollywood Costume" features more than 100 costumes from a century of film making.

The exhibition was originally curated by the Victoria and Albert Museum of London.  The Phoenix Art Museum showing, which runs to July 6th, is the second showing in the United States and the final showing.  Once it closes the costumes will go back to private owners and studio archives.  So it's a great chance to see costumes from some famous movies.

One can envision Elizabeth Taylor in this costume from Cleopatra.

Or Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher in "The Iron Lady".

Right next to this much flashier costume worn by Streep as Donna in "Mamma Mia".

Glenn Close wore these costumes as Cruella De Vil in "101 Dalmatians".  You will notice the video screens where the characters' heads would be.  They play videos of the actual actors.

Warren Beatty's costume worn for the lead role in "Dick Tracy".

Some other gun-toters from "True Grit".

And Marilyn Monroe's iconic dress that blew up over a New York subway grate in "The Seven Year Itch".

There is much more and, if possible, you'd be well-advised to pay it a visit before it goes away.