Saturday, August 22, 2020

SUNNY SATURDAY


Marigolds - protecting the tomato pot

Friday, August 21, 2020

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

My calendar informed me that today is the third anniversary of the day my fourth Pacemaker was installed in my chest.

Since it and I are still "ticking" I guess I owe it a happy birthday wish.

The first one went in on Cinco de Mayo (May 5th) of 2007 so I've been living on borrowed time with a mechanically stimulated heartbeat for a little over 13-and-a-third years.

What better time for The Friday Funnies, right?









And with that we bid a fond adieu to another humorous week.

Now Gentle Readers, Cartoon Lovers and Fellow Zanies, let's all have a fabulous effing weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

Oh, he/she is hiding but he/she left a note . . .


Thursday, August 20, 2020

CHIVE BLOSSOMS

Our very healthy Chive plant has been putting out towering flower stalks recently.


Judy trimmed them off, brought them inside and put them in a vase.


So I've been trying, unsuccessfully, to take a decent photo of them.

I've played around with my photo editing software and what I've come up with are some sorta interesting images.

See what you think.






At least it kept me from totally wasting a couple of hours.

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

BREADED

Tuesday morning production.


The big one is a Bread Machine loaf of Whole Wheat, studded with Craisins (dried cranberries).

The other two are English Muffin bread.

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

MAMA TURNS THE TIDE

As you've no doubt heard, today is the 100th anniversary of the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution, giving women the right to vote.

It came when a 24 year old State Representative in the Tennessee legislature changed his vote and broke a tie.

Harry T. Burn was the youngest member of the body and had voted against ratification several times.

But then, shortly before the decisive vote he received a note from his mother, which read in part:
 

        "Hurrah and vote for Suffrage and don't keep them in doubt.

           With lots of love, Mama"

Burn later inserted a statement in the House Journal: "I knew that a mother's advice is always safest for a boy to follow, and my mother wanted me to vote for ratification."

So let's issue a thank you to Febb Burn of Niota, Tennessee.


Mama's advice prompted a momentous event in American history.

Monday, August 17, 2020

RAIN!!!!!

See!

I bitched and it rained.


Tonight, at about 6:30, as our television was telling us that Joe Biden would make things better, we received the first real rainfall of this year's Monsoon (nonsoon) Season.

But I give full credit to my whining, complaining and . . yes . . bitching.

SPIDEY SENSE

We had a couple of fledgling robins in the bird bath this morning, splashing and soaking.

For long periods they just sat there in the water, seeming to be trying to figure out how they had become so lucky on another hot day in Arizona.

(It's 88 degrees at 9:30 a.m. as I'm typing this.)

I have thought a lot about hot weather and lack of rain since I wrote yesterday's post.

A different Robin commented that she didn't think it should ever get above 70 degrees.

While I insist that I don't mind the heat, I'd conjecture that the ideal day would be one where the temperature hovered at about 75.


I seem to be troubled recently by biting insects of some type or another which have prompted me to put my shorts away for awhile and go back to jeans.

Judy has long told me, and I fully agree, that I seem to attract mosquitoes while she repels them.

I haven't seen any skeeters and have been of the opinion that my itching comes from spiders nipping me while I'm asleep.

(Like someone more well-known than me, I make this statement with no proof or evidence.)


Like the hot weather, I am not alarmed by spiders while SWMBO reacts violently.



Well I suspect I've gotten myself into more trouble than I wanted now so I think I'll close this stream of consciousness soliloquy for the day.

Stay safe.