QUE SERA, SERA

 It is time once again to change the calendar.

A new year faces us.

Hopefully, it will be better than the dismal 2020.

There is hope but as that old Doris Day song put it:

"The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be"

THE GRAY AND THE BLUE

 Earlier this week the skies overhead were a dusky dark gray color as a low front headed our way from dread California.

If you've been keeping up with Oddball you will know they brought us a touch of snow the other day.

But today Old Man Sun is back with us.

Believe what you may, that is not a ship manned by extra-terrestrials from far distant worlds on the left-center.

Just a reflection on the camera lens.

So blue skies are back again.

Except for the white streak of a contrail or two from high-flying jets passing overhead.

As I said to SWMBO the other day, I enjoy a cloudy day from time to time.

But I'm always glad to see the sun come out again.

WINTER

"There'll be a change in the weather . . ."

"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas . . ."

Those two old songs had their Great Conjunction a few days late but the weather did change a bit yesterday.

Coming on the 28th day of December made it a little late for those wishing for a traditional holiday and, typical for my part of Arizona, it only left a dusting but it was fun while it lasted.

Fun to watch from inside a warm home, that is.

The snow has moved on now, heading east where it will drop much larger amounts so drive carefully or just remain at home, safe and sound.

MUSIC AMERICANA

 Y'say you need a little somethin' to get your Monday Morning in between holidays off to a good start?

I can't think of anything better than a little bit of music from Taj Mahal and Ry Cooder.

(thanks to Sam Sifton of the New York Times for the tip.)

LOOKING BACK

 So how was your Yuletide?

Ours went pretty well.

Well, other than my putting a just barely opened bottle of Prosecco into the refrigerator with that red wine bottle stopper plugged into it.

On it's side.

On top of a crate of eggs.

And it blew up.

And SWMBO opened the door to the fridge and most of the bottle of Prosecco shot out onto the kitchen floor.

Well, all except the quantity that had dripped down into the crate of eggs.

And onto the trays below.

And into the trays in the door.

But the inch or less left in the bottle still tasted good.

It helped to wash down the ashes in my mouth.

Now you're not going to believe this.

SWMBO actually suggested we get another bottle for New Year's Eve!

I have a feeling though that she'll insist on opening it and pouring it and corking it and setting it upright in an ice bucket we've got around here somewhere.

Women!

They've always got a better idea.

Right, guys?

THE DAY AFTER

 Just when you thought it would end . . .

CHRISTMAS

 It's finally here - the Big Day.

The Christmas Cartoon Countdown reaches its Climax.

So let us delay no longer as we welcome Kris Kringle's annual arrival and celebrate with THE FRIDAY FUNNIES!

And now that we've got the puns out of the way, here's my favorite of the day.

Caramba!

We have connived in a chorus of chortles in this cheery Christmas celebration, cackling away as we characteristically circumnavigate Camelot among the clouds.

Now let me wish you a candlelit Christmas, a wonderful weekend and a feast-filled Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .