HARBOR ARBOR UPDATE

The backyard Harbor Arbor now has some "real" foliage around it.

On the left a Wisteria vine, on the right a Honeysuckle.

The honeysuckle is wearing what I call it's long underwear.

Not to keep it warm but to protect the tender shoots from the heat.

At least that's what SWMBO claims and I do not argue with her.

That stuff up on top is still artificial but the birds don't seem to mind.

There's another healthier Honeysuckle over against the wall.

When it has blossoms we've seen the occasional hummingbird hovering around it.

We've added some stepping stones and more bark to beautify the area somewhat.

I was worried that all that foliage and ironware might confuse the birds seeking a drink or a bath.

But they've shown their innate ability to weave under and around and prove me wrong.

( Did I just hear him say "Who's the birdbrain around here?" )

CAT HUMOR

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Gentle Readers you may wonder, if this is the day for The Friday Funnies, what I can offer up to top yesterday's post.

Wonder away cuz I have contributors who keep me well stocked.

As in . . .

See, I told you there was some more humor in this silly old thing we call existence.

Now elect excellence, eminence and ebullience in your ever elated eloquence and endeavours this end of the week.

In short, have a great weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Okay, today we're going back 30 years.

But I warn you: this story may be considered NSFW (Not Safe For Work).

Read at your own discretion or close it now.

It relates to when Judy and I were living in Guadalajara, Mexico.

We had become acquainted with a cosmetic surgeon (plastic surgery doc) who treated many clients from the United States.

He had signed up several gringo expatriates who would provide housing and food for the patients during the time they were in Mexico.

The clients paid the hosts directly for the service, which included taking them to the doctor's office for daily checkups following their surgeries.

The incident in the following story was related in a letter to our friends Timmer and The Beaner (Tim and Jeanne).

Today Tim sent it back to me and said use it on TBT if you dare.

Okay, here goes.

We had several more patients before we returned to the U.S. but never again an experience as, uh,  titillating as that one.

A DAY OUT . . AND A WARNING

SWMBO and I went for a rare outing yesterday.

She was starting to get that look on her face that was beautifully described by Raymond Chandler in his detective story "Red Wind" writing about California's Santa Ana wind season: 

"Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks."

Well, maybe she wasn't to that point but she was getting testy and anxious to see some of the world other than that inside the four walls of our home.

So we headed out with a picnic lunch in a cooler, looking for cooler temperatures.

The BRD had suggested Goldwater Lake, south of Prescott, so I drove there.

The tiny park was fairly crowded and, even at close to 6,000 feet, the temperature was in the low 90's on a sunny day.

We sat in the air condtioned car watching kayakers and ducks on the lake, then left and headed further south and higher.

Beautiful scenery of towering pine trees in Groom Creek and the summer camps areas but when the highway lost it's pavement I turned around and headed back.

Still hot as we passed an elevation sign that put us at over 6,100 feet.

We saw a young deer muching his lunch right beside the road.

He didn't flinch as we came by, just gazed at us and kept chewing.

We came back down from the heights and found a parking place on the famed Courthouse Square in central Prescott and people-watched as we ate our picnic lunch in the car.

Finally back home again.

We agreed that it had been a good day, lightening the dark moods caused by months of self-isolation, face masks and social distancing.

But here's the thing: even though I had my smartphone with camera I never thought to take a single picture.

Am I an idiot or not?

So, I was grateful for the contribution from the Cheerful Monk (you can find her blog listed to the right).

Here's one of what she sent and don't say I didn't warn you.

Happy trails!

JUST PASSING BY

If that massive cloud shed any moisture, none of it fell on my street.

MORBID MONDAY