Lazy Bones

Today was just one of those lazy days.

About the only thing I got done today was to re-shape my beard.

Hoagy Carmichael wrote the song for the day but Leon Redbone does a great job of singing it.

No snow, sun back

Ah, winter is gone.  Again.  There was snow on the ground this emorning but the sun was out today and the temperature climbd to 51 degrees.  Tomorrow the high is predicted to be 64.

Meantime, Jazz was pouting last night.

I'm not sure if it was because of the cold, snowy weather . . . or because her box was too small.

April in Arizona!

The "wooly worm" was right!

This is what I woke up to this morning after a late winter storm blew through.

Of course Blackwell slipped past me and went out to explore.

Over in Prescott snow had fallen overnight, too.  The BRD snapped this photo in her back yard this morning.

Now just to warm you up, here's a picture of some cloverleaf rolls I baked a couple of days ago.



Here's hoping you have a warm weekend.

Wooly worm weather predictions

Yesterday, I saw a wooly worm hurrying across my yard.

Well, now, I thought, that's unusual.

Wooly worms are supposed to show up in the fall, aren't they?  To predict winter?

By the way, that picture above is just to show you the relative size of the wooly worm.

Turns out the wooly worm was right.  A winter storm is blowing into the state as I write, bringing more snow.  We may not get much here but the weather wizards are predicting up to 10 or more inches up around Flagstaff.  That's 80 miles away and about 2,000 feet higher than here.

Oh and one more thing.  That "wooly worm" is actually a caterpillar.  But I like to call them wooly worms.

40 and counting!

Take a look at this young clear-eyed couple.

Straight out of the Old West.

Or at least out of the Old West Picture Gallery. 

The (rather costumed and posed) photo was taken nearly 40 years ago of my wife and myself.  Yes, that is truly SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) . . the love of my life.

Let's take a closer look.

They look to be filled with hope and confidence as they head into the future. 

Today it is exactly 40 years since we were married.  We don't look much like that anymore.  And, as the oft-told story goes, "...man, what a ride!"  We've covered a lot of territory in the past 40 years, had some great and some not-so-great times.  Amazingly, we're still together and content to stay that way until the trip is over.

Some of my long-ago friends have said in the recent past "my God, I'm amazed you're still alive."  Considering some of my adventures I'm a little surprised at that myself.

But older age has brought less adventures, less risk-taking and perhaps even some common sense.  Most of that I owe to the beautiful gal who has stayed at my side all of these years.

Whaddaya say, girl?  Let's go for 50!

Home is where you like the weather!

I was reading my home town newspaper, the Mountrail County Promoter from Stanley, North Dakota, this morning.  The editor's column told of how they'd had some fresh snowfall up there on a couple of days this past week.  She said she loved the four seasons they experience, even with the severity of the winters, and she couldn't imagine how anyone could live where it was always the same year around.

Well, I left North Dakota back in 1969 and, other than a few visits, I've never been back.  I have lived in South Dakota, Indiana, Arizona, deep into Mexico, Texas and back to Arizona.  I note that I have lived since 1972 in either the Southwest or further south in Mexico.  (That allows for people who insist Texas is in the Southwest when, if you look on a map, it's actually in the South.)  But that's 39 years, compared with the 29 I lived in North Dakota.  And the three years when I lived in Indiana were, I have come to find out, unusually warm, mild winters.

And I love it.  I loved being able to take a swim on Christmas Day.  Here in Arizona, which has been my home for 33 years, the temperature never gets down to "North Dakota winter" cold.  I can remember 30 and 40 below.  I can remember snowstorms that covered cars parked in the streets and even one that buried a train.  I can remember, as a kid, ice-skating on the streets in my home town.  But not anymore.

And that time I lived in Texas we got out after less than two years, done in by year-round humidity.  And that wasn't even on the coast!

Guadalajara, Mexico and environs was our home for nearly five years and we loved the climate there.  Year-round temperatures averaged around 70 to 75 degrees.  When the rainy season came it frequently rained only at night and the days were sunny again.

The part of Arizona we live in now doesn't get the ultra-high temperatures of the low desert around Phoenix.  So we get a seasonal change, just not the severe changes I was used to in North Dakota.

But, that's just me.  I have heard people who live all over this country brag about their climate and say they wouldn't live anywhere else.  I guess it's just whatever you like.

War

I've been sort of watching the Ken Burns special "The Civil War" on PBS tonight.  Americans versus Americans.  Thousands, no, tens of thousands killed on both sides.  For what?  145 years later we are still inflamed in this country over the same issues.  No, not slavery.  State's rights.  The disagreement over whether the individual or the city or the state shall determine one's destiny or whether that destiny shall be decided by a federal government.  It is, apparently, a disagreement that shall never be settled.  The sides are about evenly divided and therefore there shall mathematically never be agreement.  Both sides are sure of their way, of their mind.  How can a nation, a people be so divided?  After decades of observing this indecision, I cannot understand it.  And I mourn  the separation of people and their minds.   It is the same in every country, it seems. 

No agreement. 

No peace.

No hope.

Just war.