TOGETHER AGAIN

Our longtime friends, Lana and Tom of California's Central Coast, were here for a visit this week.

We had a pleasant time talking about the good old days and commiserating about the bad present days.

This morning before departing they treated us to a visit to the Backburner Cafe and it's justifiably famous Cinnamon Rolls.

Lana enjoyed one of those but in her defense that was all she had while the rest of us gorged out on breakfast items.

We've known each other for 50 years and it is always good to see each other once again.

Good friends, good food, good times

IN OUR MEMORY

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 As I have said many times on this blog I am an old broadcast journalist.

I am so old I can remember when not every newscast began with "BREAKING NEWS".

In this week's BREAKING NEWS, Theresa May has finally given up and is Brexiting herself and our Great White Leader has told the nation (again) that he is an Extremely Stable Genius.

I'm ready for a break.  How about you?

And on that slightly Non P(ea)C cartoon, I will take my leave.

Have a great weekend, everyone, and remember

well, that too, but remember to always keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

HENLEY & BLUE

"I just stopped by for a visit." 

"There's that guy with the camera again."

"Don't mind him.  Let me boost you up for a drink."

WEDNESDAY WONDERLAND

"I wonder if this is safe."

"Is that creepy weirdo watching me?"

"The heck with it.  I'm thirsty."

If he'd only known what was coming next.

"Didn't he say this was a bird 'bath'?"

"So nice."

"Gotta keep watchin' for that damned cat, though."

"Oh, yeah."

"Alright Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up."

THE WIND

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song! 

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

MO(O)NDAY

I took this photo of a nearly full moon last week.

Seemed like a fairly nice day with lots of blue sky among the clouds.

Today it's gray and threatening rain.

The gray cat (Henley) was up in our tree and staring at me when I opened the blind early this morning.

He clambered down, jumped up to the wall, turned and froze to stare once more at me, then meandered on his way.

He seemed irritated that I had interrupted his vain attempt to catch a bird for breakfast.

Hmmm, I was just proofreading this post and Googled "gray or grey" to see which one was correct.

The Almighty Google told me that either one was acceptable but that "gray" was more common in the U.S. and "grey" more used in the U.K.

Colorful (colourful) mental forays this Monday morning.