SUNDAY SENTINEL

BOOKIN'

This was a scene I encountered a week ago at a familiar location.

The folks at my local library were trying to clean out their overload of books by offering many of them for sale at bargain prices in a used book sale. The books were displayed just outside the front entrance of the library and local bibliophiles were having a great time perusing the collection and searching for good deals.

I had to prowl the piles of written material myself having had a lifelong love of books. Regular readers here may remember that SWMBO and I owned and ran a bookstore called BOOKENDS here for 7 years.

I was tempted numerous times by some of the titles but then I remembered our bookshelves at home with so many volumes waiting to be read.

And then SWMBO, noticing what I was doing, reminded me of the normally closed cabinet with the cookbooks!

By the time I got around to taking this picture, our curious big black cat, Blackwell, had discovered a new niche to be explored. I didn't notice him in there until I was editing the pictures.

Having taken this inventory, I am glad I refrained from buying any more books at the library book sale.

Sort of.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

It is time to tickle your fancies, to grapple with your funny bones, to amuse your senses of humor. 

It's time for the Friday Funnies!

Proceed!

A bit of explanation for the closing cat pictures this week. We had a visit recently from our friend Diane and her "rustic" dog, Rags. Our big cat, Blackwell, was not intimidated.

Rags, while curious, seemed somewhat confused.

Once the visit was over and Elvis, I mean Rags, had left the premises Blackwell spent some time with his crystal ball, trying to figure out what next indignity he would be forced to deal with.

That's it, folks. Thanks to my contributors (and theft victims), have a fantastic weekend and always remember to keep laughing!

THROWBACK THURSDAY

From my Mexico days, I have this picture in my files slugged "Skinny Bruce". I think it was taken in Puerto Vallarta during the 1980's. It may have been posed to compare my eyeglasses with the ones on that sun visor in the background.

This one I know was taken in Puerto Vallarta and possibly on the same trip, considering my "outfit". The other guy is my good baseball buddy, Steve, who flew down from Phoenix to spend a couple of days with me.

As one of my nephews back in North Dakota once said when I was visiting them and showing pictures of our Mexico adventures, "It seems like everyone down there has facial hair!"

(I still do but Steve's long-time beard has been removed.)

THE OTHER EVENING . . .

TAYLOR'S TUESDAY TRAVELS

Oklahoma is . . . . . o.k.

(but no A)

THE NEW WEST AND THE OLD WEST

Saturday in front of the Palace

ARF, YAP, BARK, WOOF

If you wandered by the Prescott Valley Civic Center yesterday, you might have thought the town was going to the dogs.

Dogs! Everywhere you looked! Dogs of all types and sizes and breeds and colors.

It was WOOFSTOCK! 

Yes, I know it's a terrible pun but that's what the organizers called it.

A day just for dogs and their owners.

It was a perfect day with a blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. Though as the temperature climbed up to the low 90's, some of the canines looked for relief.

A gigantic Great Pyrenees just found some shade and lay down for a nap.

There was a demonstration put on by the Prescott Valley Police Department's Canine Unit.

There were rescue dogs and dogs for adoption.

Short dogs . . .

. . . tall dogs . . .

. . . glamour dogs . . .

. . . cool dogs . . .

and even one "hot dog"!

An imposter!

This watchdog seemed to be saying,

"Hey! Who let that guy in here?"