New arrival

Many years ago, before e-mail, there was something called a "telegram". When I was born in North Dakota in 1940, my father sent a telegram to his brother in San Francisco to make the announcement. Like with another long past mode of communication . . "cablegrams" . . apparently the price of the "gram" was based on the number of words in it. Therefore, brevity was valued.

I was going through a file today and ran across the telegram my father sent about my birth. Brevity, yes, but wit too.

Rose of Sharon

My girls

Everyone knows that a cat will adopt a box. Any box. And the cat will adapt to the size and the shape of the box. Jazz has adopted this shallow box.

She has fallen in love with this box and spends hours every day curled up in it.

Then, there's another thing about cats. They seem to inherently know . . . what they look best on. They seek out a fabric, a color, a texture and seem most comfortable posing on it. Muggles has taken to this chair.

Does she look happy or not?

I think you can see why I love my girls.

More monsoon clouds . . and a surprise!

I just can't resist photographing these wonderful clouds.

(They're more impressive if you click on the photos)

But I didn't notice the visitor in this scene until after I looked at the photos on my computer.

Here's a closer look.

It's a helicopter!

If he noticed me, he probably think's I'M a spy!

Brilliant!

I'll leave a light on for ya'!

Baking Day!

Mmmmm, look what I discovered when I came home!

SWMBO has been busy in the kitchen. That's an apple tart and mini-blueberry muffins. Yummy!

She's taking a nap right now and I could sneak a taste but I won't.

Someone already has!

Monsoon clouds

(They're bigger and better if you click on them)