MOONLIGHT SON-OF-A-NATA*

Seven years of piano lessons.  (I think this is about the time I quit.)  I could read music but I hated to practice.  End result?  I could play Sentimental Journey.  Badly.  Now I can't even play that.

* I didn't coin this phrase.  The great Danish pianist and comedian Victor Borge did.

CHILLING

Meet Mister.  One of the BRD's menagerie.

VETERANS DAY

Thank you.

THAI-ING ONE ON!

I believe I have mentioned before that SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed) and the BRD (Beautiful Rich Daughter) have lunch together most Fridays.  It's a great opportunity for them to catch up on each other's week.  Unlike me, they both love Thai cuisine and this past Friday they dined* at the new Tara Thai restaurant on Cortez Street in Prescott.

(Explanation of the * above: they like to take their time at these luncheons, sipping a cocktail or glass of wine or two, eating casually, and chatting leisurely.  Often they have to tell to tell their waitress that they are there not to eat . . but to dine.  So slow down the service . . they're going to be there for awhile.)

I'm told the restaurant is beautiful, with a long reflecting pool running the length of the dining room and a large Buddha anchoring one end of it.

But.  On to the food.  The BRD dined on sweet and sour fish, which was good but a bit too sweet for her taste.  She ate it but said she wouldn't order it again.

SWMBO chose Thai Phò, the traditional Vietnamese noodle soup. But she wasn't expecting this.

Understand.  These are ladies.  With somewhat delicate appetites. And they had already shared an appetizer plate.  Suffice it to say that SWMBO brought home enough for her to have at least two more meals at her own table.  She DID say it was delicious.

So, if you like Thai food, Tara Thai comes highly recommended.

By "The Ladies Who Lunch."

PROGRESS?

AUTUMN: The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

The front yard maple tree is fully afire now, its leaves having changed from green to red.

Of course, accompanying the change of color is the tremulous nature.  The slightest breeze sends dozens of those pretty red leaves to the ground.

They will have to be picked up and put in trash bags by someone.

Meantime, in the back yard, the redbud tree that provided welcome shade to my den window and a leafy abode for birds has lost most of its foliage and is looking more and more bare and bereft.

Autumn truly is the season of change.

FRIDAY FUNNIES

And finally . . . the kitties.

Have a fun-filled weekend, folks; stay warm; thanks to all of my contributors; and keep laughing.