Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
OLYMPIC (AND OTHER) GAMES
I spotted this picture from London on the Internet this morning.
It brought back a memory from over 20 years ago. The BRD (Beautiful Rich Daughter) was visiting us when we lived in Guadalajara, Mexico, and we convinced two shy but obviously very pleased guards to pose with her.
Some years later, the BRD visited London . . . and you guessed it:
Friday, July 27, 2012
RAIN
This was out my back door last Tuesday.
Now that my new neighbors have unloaded their huge moving van and got most everything into their house, I want more of the above.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
TOO DARN HOT
4:23 p.m. - 89 degrees F. - Humidity 25%
So if it is hot where you are, and how could it not be, here are some pictures to chill you down.
And the coolest of all, Mick Jagger, who turned 69 today!
Happy birthday, Mickster! Stay cool!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
I just heard this on the radio on an oldies station as I was driving across town and had to post it. Visually, it's not the best but it's not bad. So turn up your speakers. Way, way up. Then get up on your feet and hit the play button. Take a trip with Bullet Bob Seger!
Monday, July 23, 2012
THE SCAR
Such as it is. The stitches came out of my arm this morning after my recent surgery to remove a squamos cell carcinoma. If you're queasy about such things, you may want to skip the picture. But in the interests of full disclosure I'm publishing it anyway. You can't really tell much about it from the picture but SWMBO says it's about five inches long. And the lab reports my dermatologist/surgeon got all of the cancer. Let's hope I never get any more of it. O.K. If you're still reading, either brace yourselves or look away.
The nasty looking spot in the center of the scar was caused by a small water blister that formed, apparently as a reaction to the cutting. Even though it's rosy around it, my doctor says he doesn't think it's an infection but to keep an eye on it.
Now I have to make up a good story for what the scar is from. The medical assistant who removed the stitches suggested "a shark bite while surfing at Santa Cruz." I like that. The only problem is the doc did such a neat job on me the scar will probably just fade away.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
SADNESS ABOUT MADNESS
What happened in Aurora, Colorado was . . . and unfortunately the word "again" must be inserted here . . . madness. It leaves one speechless after the repetition of an act that occurs much too often in our country, in our world. So . . hug your children and your other loved ones. Find solace, perhaps, in the blessings of nature.
Friday, July 20, 2012
STRANGE PHOTOS FOUND ON THE INTERNET
The Internet is a fount of information . . . and of weird stuff. Here are some photos I've gleaned this week.
From 1923, a bunch of looneys posed on top of the Overhanging Rock in Yosemite National Park. It's 3,300 feet straight down off the edge of that rock.
Then there is this photo of the writers Tom Wolfe and Kurt Vonnegut on a lifeguard tower.
And finally a delicious photo of the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. See if you can pick out her trademark.
O.K. fellows. Be honest now. How many of you noticed Frida's famous unibrow?
Have a fantastic weekend everyone.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
CATNIP!!!
SWMBO sprinkled out some catnip the other night. It's the cats' drug of choice. Muggles got to it first as Jazz waited politely.
Though Jazz was waiting patiently, Muggles seemed to be sticking out her tongue at her.
Maybe she's just working up to a sneeze.
A little later, after Jazz had her taste and lay down near the stash, Blackwell showed up to see what the big deal was.
He soon found out.
Jazz and Blackwell never get this close to each other without some trouble. But both stoned? A different story. And I do mean stoned.
Blackwell: "Is anyone going to supply us with some chocolate?"
Jazz: "I'd get some but unfortunately I can't move right now."
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
AS THE YEARS GO BY
This is a picture taken a couple of weeks ago of my high school graduating class.
The class of 1958. This was their 54th class reunion. I wasn't there. As I have not been to one since my 10th reunion, in 1968. To add to that, I haven't been back to my home town since 1988, 24 years ago.
All of which may explain why I can only identify a few of the people in this photograph though I grew up with most of them in a very small town in isolated North Dakota. People change over the years and I have come to realize that if you're not keeping track of the changes through the years, you lose track of what the people now look like.
Who would have thought, for example that this handsome young guy from 1958 . . .
. . . would turn into this gray bearded old guy in 2012?
That guy in the upper left in the group picture was one of my best friends in high school and, amazingly, he hasn't changed hardly at all. Plus I've seen him a few times in recent years. He now makes a trip down to Arizona and Texas about every winter and stops for a cup of coffee with me. I remember seeing pictures from, I believe, the 50th reunion which featured a fashion show and he ended it by coming on stage in the same outfit he wore to our senior prom. It still fit him perfectly!
But most of the rest of us have put on weight, gotten gray or white haired or even bald. And of course a handful of my classmates aren't around anymore.
Time. It's a killer! Know what I mean?
Monday, July 16, 2012
LITTLE RED ROD
I snapped this picture the other day at an intersection in Prescott. It's through my windshield. Sorry for the reflections. And for the crack. (Shhhhhh! Don't tell anyone.)
Sunday, July 15, 2012
ALOHA PRESCOTT!
Saturday was the big day for the Old Fireside Plaza's annual Hawaiian luau day. This is the third year that Goodwin Street in front of the plaza has been closed off after tons of sand have been dumped on it for a sand volleyball tournament.
The entire plaza is decorated, Hawaiian style.
There is live entertainment by local bands, a pig roast, raffle prizes and much more. Visitors are encouraged to "dress Hawaiian" and many of them do.
The employees of the plaza's shops also dress the part.
I could feel this poor fellow's pain.
The mascot for the Arizona Sundogs hockey team showed up and posed for pictures.
Security is provided by the Arizona Rangers in their natty all-black uniforms.
That's probably a pretty good thing considering some of the other employees and their costumes. If you're not an admirer of the female form you might want to look away. But you'll be missing something. After all, it's Hawaiian, right?
This young lass was getting a compliment from a female customer on her red hair. One of her male co-workers commented "Don't worry, no one's going to notice it today."
I asked this young lady to pose as I wanted a picture of her tree. She commented, "that's one I've never heard!" But she posed.
What can I say . . . but . . . aloha! Oy!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
OK, OK, THE MONSOON RAIN IS HERE!
Finally!
In nearby Prescott, it rained hard this morning, then came back in the late afternoon. Good thing because that meant it didn't wash out the Hawaiian luau that was going on in downtown. I'll have pictures of that tomorrow.
These pictures were taken this afternoon after the rains came back.
If you look closely at this second picture, you can see the rain coming down diagonally.
Meanwhile, when I got home I found it sprinkling lightly but nothing like the torrential downpour I drove through to get home. The ferocious thunderstorms have slid by us for the most part.
But here's the cloud formation that brought that heavy rain.
So thanks to all of you who were concerned about us and offered to send us some of your rain. We can still use it but I think the monsoon is going to take care of us for awhile.
Friday, July 13, 2012
TOOT, TOOT, TOOTSIE
See that little tinge of color up there at the top of my patio roof?
Take a closer look.
Those are a few blossoms on our Trumpet Vine. There are quite a few more, tooting out their hope for some rain.
Just send us some damned rain!
Actually Prescott, which is just a few miles west of us, has had a couple of good rain storms in the past couple of days. But the rains have been splitting and avoiding us here in Prescott Valley.
But . . it will come.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
MONSOON SKIES
It's looking more and more promising for some rain. We've had a few sprinkles but that's all. But this is what caused that low temperature I showed you in my last post.
Dagnab it, there's got to be some rain up there somewhere.
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
UNBELIEVABLE!
Oh I bet you've all been worried about me since my Monday post, right? Well, I'm okay. Except that I ran my foot into a leg of my bed this morning and split the end of my little toe open. I'm so used to running into things that I didn't think anything of it.
UNTIL! As I was walking around in the kitchen I suddenly looked down and saw spots of blood all over the floor. Oh, hell! But I put a bandaid on my toe, cleaned up the floor and SWMBO never knew anything about it. Until I told her later. So it goes in the life of the old and clumsy Catalyst.
But there's better news. At late afternoon I passed an electronic sign and was amazed to see this.
UNTIL! As I was walking around in the kitchen I suddenly looked down and saw spots of blood all over the floor. Oh, hell! But I put a bandaid on my toe, cleaned up the floor and SWMBO never knew anything about it. Until I told her later. So it goes in the life of the old and clumsy Catalyst.
But there's better news. At late afternoon I passed an electronic sign and was amazed to see this.
Oh, not that, you idiot. The next one.
Can you believe that? Nearly 5 o'clock in the afternoon and only 73 degrees. That's California coastal weather! Amazing.
But even more amazing was the sight just a few hundred feet away that SWMBO called my attention to.
That my friends is a double century plant, rising perhaps 25 or 30 feet into the air. Since they reportedly bloom only once in about 100 years, that's pretty darned amazing.
All hail the plant of the century!
Monday, July 9, 2012
CANCER!
I had my first, and hopefully last, cancer surgery today. It was a squamos cell carcinoma about the size of a quarter on my upper right arm. I have no idea what caused it except that I was always a fair-haired, fair-skinned boy who took no heed of the dangers from the sun's rays. I burned my skin to a crisp more than once. And perhaps this is how I paid for it. I think this will be the only picture from this adventure.
It's not much. Just my arm heavily bandaged and wrapped with an elastic bandage. SWMBO tells me I will have a scar to brag about once it's healed . . probably about 5 inches long. But I don't think I'll show that to you. I'm not LBJ, after all.
The medical assistant shot me full of numbing stuff, about 6 hypos full, until my arm just felt like a piece of dead wood. They had me lie on my left side, covered me with all kinds of paper stuff and the doctor began slicing. At least I guess he did. I felt nothing until late in the game when he hit an area that hadn't been numbed. I said, loudly, "Ouch! I felt that!" He apologized and called a second assistant who emptied yet another hypo into me. No more pain.
I carried on a jocular (as only I can) conversation with the doctor throughout the surgery and told him how good my arm felt when he began doing the subcutaneous stitching. It felt like it was becoming taut and muscular again. Well, actually that "again" may be an overstatement since I've been a rather flabby guy for decades.
SWMBO . . . okay, my wife Judy . . . stayed in the room the entire time and said the doctor did some fine chain stitches. At one point she asked him if he'd ever tried crocheting. He said he didn't think he had the patience for that. I then accused him of making a pun: patience - patients, get it?
Finally it was over and contrary to the doctor's warnings, I have had no pain or discomfort whatsoever. This is about 6 hours after the surgery. I'm happy and as the saying goes "cancer free."
Let's hear it for modern medicine.
It's not much. Just my arm heavily bandaged and wrapped with an elastic bandage. SWMBO tells me I will have a scar to brag about once it's healed . . probably about 5 inches long. But I don't think I'll show that to you. I'm not LBJ, after all.
The medical assistant shot me full of numbing stuff, about 6 hypos full, until my arm just felt like a piece of dead wood. They had me lie on my left side, covered me with all kinds of paper stuff and the doctor began slicing. At least I guess he did. I felt nothing until late in the game when he hit an area that hadn't been numbed. I said, loudly, "Ouch! I felt that!" He apologized and called a second assistant who emptied yet another hypo into me. No more pain.
I carried on a jocular (as only I can) conversation with the doctor throughout the surgery and told him how good my arm felt when he began doing the subcutaneous stitching. It felt like it was becoming taut and muscular again. Well, actually that "again" may be an overstatement since I've been a rather flabby guy for decades.
SWMBO . . . okay, my wife Judy . . . stayed in the room the entire time and said the doctor did some fine chain stitches. At one point she asked him if he'd ever tried crocheting. He said he didn't think he had the patience for that. I then accused him of making a pun: patience - patients, get it?
Finally it was over and contrary to the doctor's warnings, I have had no pain or discomfort whatsoever. This is about 6 hours after the surgery. I'm happy and as the saying goes "cancer free."
Let's hear it for modern medicine.
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