I am honored! I HAVE BEEN honored by the delicious Malicious Intent!
She has given me her MIAward and placed me in her esteemed Hall of Fame!
I thank you, M.I., and I shall display my award proudly!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Is this the beginning?
Of the monsoon season, that is.
We've been teased this year with cool temperatures and quite a lot of rain in May, which is unusual.
But today, the sky was full of clouds in all directions. And it did rain a bit during the night.
So, maybe the rainy season is nearly here.
We've been teased this year with cool temperatures and quite a lot of rain in May, which is unusual.
But today, the sky was full of clouds in all directions. And it did rain a bit during the night.
So, maybe the rainy season is nearly here.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
A Summer Saturday
SWMBO and I made a trip into Prescott today to have lunch with our friend Diane and to visit the Crafts Fair on the Square.
That's the two ladies, looking colorful.
Diane's daughter Linda, (above) and her friend Kay (below) had a booth at the fair to sell their wonderful wood products. (Which I neglected to photograph!)
Looking around the fair a bit I found a flutist selling CD's of his music.
There was a bluegrass group.
And, everywhere you looked, dogs! Like this teacup chihuahua, which I was told is fully grown but still only a handful.
She had plenty of company.
Last but not least was this fellow, who may have been the Top Salesdog but when we caught up with him he was just . . . . . dog tired!
That's the two ladies, looking colorful.
Diane's daughter Linda, (above) and her friend Kay (below) had a booth at the fair to sell their wonderful wood products. (Which I neglected to photograph!)
Looking around the fair a bit I found a flutist selling CD's of his music.
There was a bluegrass group.
And, everywhere you looked, dogs! Like this teacup chihuahua, which I was told is fully grown but still only a handful.
She had plenty of company.
Last but not least was this fellow, who may have been the Top Salesdog but when we caught up with him he was just . . . . . dog tired!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Baseball Heroes
My buddy, Steve, whom (I hesitate to say but only for a second) I have known for 36 years, invited me down to Phoenix to go to a baseball game yesterday. Steve has become a fervent baseball fan and once again has season tickets for the Arizona Diamondbacks home games at Chase Field.
So, on occasion, I get to take in a game with him, courtesy of Steve's generosity.
Yesterday was such a day and it was a good day because the Diamondbacks scraped out a 2 to 1 victory.
But it gets better!
As we were making our way out of the stadium, a Diamondbacks employee at the top of the escalator said "Hey, if you guys go down to gate 110, you can stroll the bases."
Now, obviously he had noticed the white hair on both of us because this was especially for "seniors" on this day and he didn't ask for any i.d. for either of us. Also, you will note, he didn't say "run the bases", he said "stroll the bases."
Anyway Steve said "C'mon, let's do it!"
He didn't mention until we were too far along that gate 110 was approximately five miles from where we started out. No problem for Steve but he's ten years younger (and nearly as tall) as I am.
Eventually we reached the gate and joined a throng of seniors waiting to be allowed onto the field.
Here we are, in line.
And finally, here we are right on the field. That's third base between us.
I have to admit, after the forced march that got us to the field itself, I was a little worried . . . remembering that each base is 90 feet apart. That's 360 feet total and we stepped onto the field in fairly deep right field. But once on the field, those 90 foot distances didn't seem that far after all. And I was wondering - how come the Diamondbacks don't steal more often.
Anyway, it was fun. Thanks Steve . . especially for remembering to bring your camera along!
So, on occasion, I get to take in a game with him, courtesy of Steve's generosity.
Yesterday was such a day and it was a good day because the Diamondbacks scraped out a 2 to 1 victory.
But it gets better!
As we were making our way out of the stadium, a Diamondbacks employee at the top of the escalator said "Hey, if you guys go down to gate 110, you can stroll the bases."
Now, obviously he had noticed the white hair on both of us because this was especially for "seniors" on this day and he didn't ask for any i.d. for either of us. Also, you will note, he didn't say "run the bases", he said "stroll the bases."
Anyway Steve said "C'mon, let's do it!"
He didn't mention until we were too far along that gate 110 was approximately five miles from where we started out. No problem for Steve but he's ten years younger (and nearly as tall) as I am.
Eventually we reached the gate and joined a throng of seniors waiting to be allowed onto the field.
Here we are, in line.
And finally, here we are right on the field. That's third base between us.
I have to admit, after the forced march that got us to the field itself, I was a little worried . . . remembering that each base is 90 feet apart. That's 360 feet total and we stepped onto the field in fairly deep right field. But once on the field, those 90 foot distances didn't seem that far after all. And I was wondering - how come the Diamondbacks don't steal more often.Anyway, it was fun. Thanks Steve . . especially for remembering to bring your camera along!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A litany
Just thought you all would like something (quite a few things, actually) to think about. So, here you go.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Weather it's hot or Whether it's cold . .
This has been a strange year so far.
We've had quite a bit of rain in May, when it's not supposed to rain hardly at all.
And here it is the 8th of June and it's cool!
It's not supposed to be cool now. This is nearly the middle of summer, by Arizona standards, and it should be blisteringly hot with people praying for the monsoon season to start.
I was driving to Prescott today and heard the radio announcer say, "It's 89 in Phoenix." Now 89 might be hot where you live but it's nothing in Phoenix.
After all, as any native or tourist knows, it may be hot . . .
You betcha! I mean, 89 in the middle of the day in the middle of summer? Most locals would be out looking for an outdoor basketball game!
I'm not complaining, mind you. While the days and nights have seemed cool this spring and summer, we all know the devastating Global Warmy is out there, waiting.
One of these fine days, the weather will change and we'll all be saying "Oh, helpmegod! Have mercy on us! Bring on the autumn breezes!"
Dry heat or not.
We've had quite a bit of rain in May, when it's not supposed to rain hardly at all.
And here it is the 8th of June and it's cool!
It's not supposed to be cool now. This is nearly the middle of summer, by Arizona standards, and it should be blisteringly hot with people praying for the monsoon season to start.
I was driving to Prescott today and heard the radio announcer say, "It's 89 in Phoenix." Now 89 might be hot where you live but it's nothing in Phoenix.
After all, as any native or tourist knows, it may be hot . . .
You betcha! I mean, 89 in the middle of the day in the middle of summer? Most locals would be out looking for an outdoor basketball game! I'm not complaining, mind you. While the days and nights have seemed cool this spring and summer, we all know the devastating Global Warmy is out there, waiting.
One of these fine days, the weather will change and we'll all be saying "Oh, helpmegod! Have mercy on us! Bring on the autumn breezes!"
Dry heat or not.
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