SWMBO's chicken stir fry
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
TUESDAY TRAVELS
Protect me, Captain Jack!
I was an extra in a movie with Johnny Depp back in the early 1990's. And young Leonardo DiCaprio.
The movie was "What's Eating Gilbert Grape". Here's how the "boys" looked back then.
That was in Austin, Texas.
The picture at the start of this post was taken at the Pike Place Market in Seattle in 2006 after "Pirates of the Caribbean" had come out.
Oddly, Johnny seemed much more one-dimensional to me.
Monday, September 14, 2015
EXERCISE
Every time I see any of my doctors they always ask me if I exercise.
Shamefacedly, I always respond that I have been doing some walking.
The doctors then tell me that is good exercise, if I do it for about 45 minutes every day, or at least several days a week.
My walks are more leisurely, 10 or 15 minutes, and of late they've been weeks apart.
So I'll try to get back to daily walks and try to extend their duration.
There are a lot of walkers in my neighborhood, some with dogs, some without, some amblers, some power walkers.
So the example has been set for me.
My longtime friend, Tom, over in California, has taken up tennis and become quite involved with a group of fellow seniors (sorry 'bout that, Tom). I think most of them are older than he is.
I don't plan to take up tennis.
But there is an alternative, apparently designed for we age-challenged folks.
It's called Pickleball.
It's sort of a cross between ping pong and tennis.
It's played with a paddle and a plastic ball and a net.
I've read that it's easy to learn but can develop into a fast-paced and competitive game for experienced players.
The other day I wandered (drove) over to the recreation center here and watched a group of four playing the game for a short time.
It looks like fun though I'm not sure I'm agile enough for it.
Shamefacedly, I always respond that I have been doing some walking.
The doctors then tell me that is good exercise, if I do it for about 45 minutes every day, or at least several days a week.
My walks are more leisurely, 10 or 15 minutes, and of late they've been weeks apart.
So I'll try to get back to daily walks and try to extend their duration.
There are a lot of walkers in my neighborhood, some with dogs, some without, some amblers, some power walkers.
So the example has been set for me.
My longtime friend, Tom, over in California, has taken up tennis and become quite involved with a group of fellow seniors (sorry 'bout that, Tom). I think most of them are older than he is.
I don't plan to take up tennis.
But there is an alternative, apparently designed for we age-challenged folks.
It's called Pickleball.
It's sort of a cross between ping pong and tennis.
It's played with a paddle and a plastic ball and a net.
I've read that it's easy to learn but can develop into a fast-paced and competitive game for experienced players.
The other day I wandered (drove) over to the recreation center here and watched a group of four playing the game for a short time.
It looks like fun though I'm not sure I'm agile enough for it.
Maybe I'll just WALK over and be a spectator.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
WHAT A DIFFERENCE . . .
Last March 10th I took some photos of new construction around StoneRidge, where we live.
Workmen were busily working on this new house, though if you click on the photo to expand it and look closely near the center you can see a couple of them taking a break in the shade.
Yesterday, I ventured out to find the home finished and occupied.
Even more startling was the change in what in March was just a vacant lot being cleared, leveled and surveyed.
As of yesterday, another house had been constructed and the lot landscaped.
It appears to be a modest house from this angle but look at it from the other side.
I can't remember and my earlier photographs don't tell me if the house between these two had been built in March.
Now it joins the other in looking down on the StoneRidge golf course and the mountains beyond from it's cliff edge position.
Their view:
The song goes "What a difference a day makes . . ."
In this case it's what a difference six months makes.
Friday, September 11, 2015
THE FRIDAY FUNNIES
T.G.I.T.F.F.
(thank god it's the friday funnies)
Speaking of that OTHER Donald, you know, the blonde one . . .
That's it, folks. Have a happy weekend and don't stare at that cuckoo cat clock too long. But if you do, remember to keep laughing!
Thursday, September 10, 2015
THROWBACK THURSDAY
September 11, 2001.
The day the twin towers in New York city were attacked by terrorists in airplanes and brought down.
Nearly 3,000 people were killed.
The day the twin towers in New York city were attacked by terrorists in airplanes and brought down.
Nearly 3,000 people were killed.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of that horrible day but those who died are not forgotten.
On the grassy lawn between the Prescott Valley Civic Center and the Police Station, three thousand flags are flying.
It is called the Prescott Valley Healing Field of Northern Arizona.
Each flagpole has a card attached with the name of one of the victims.
Only one came from my home state of North Dakota.
This is her card.
I never knew Ann but she came from my hometown and was the daughter of someone I grew up with.
I have sought out her card before and spent a moment at her flag.
You may have noticed the boots at the base of some of the flags. They are placed to remember firemen who died when the towers collapsed.
The display is put up by volunteers every year to allow people to commemorate the lives lost in the tragedy.
As President Roosevelt said of December 7th, 1941 when Japanese planes attacked Pearl Harbor, "it was a day that shall live in infamy."
September 11th, 2001 was another such day.
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