SATURDAY NIGHT SUPPER

 

Sometimes the best supper is breakfast.

MAY DAY

 There can now be no doubt - Spring is here.

I know that first by observing the temperatures rise into the 80's here the past couple of days but second and more important by May 1st arriving.

That is traditionally a holiday to celebrate another Spring season.

When I was a kid, we used to exchange May Baskets, usually containing small hard candies.

I understand adults sometimes gave baskets filled with flowers.

Some Socialists and Communists chose the date as International Workers' Day and held parades.

Now, in my senescent years, I might prefer to mark the day the way our neighbors' cat Matty did on our couch yesterday.

He actually looked like he was sleeping off a May Day party hangover.

Speaking of that, one of my commenters on Thursday's post about the Terrible Trio wondered if we'd see those lads in their present day incarnation.

The last time we all got together was 6 years ago when they came to help me celebrate my 75th birthday.

That's Timmer, Taylor, Tom and a 4th former conspirator, Torbeck.

The Four T's.

All still perambulating, I might add.

Maybe we should form a singing group.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 If you thought *yesterday's* post was funny you probably also thought yesterday was Friday.

Ha!

Gotcha again!

Because, Gentle Readers and Humor Seekers, *today* is Friday.

I know this because the Comedy Cartel is calling to me, shrieking "let me out, let me out!"

And so I shall.

Now if you think this week's edition went to the dogs you might be right.

At any rate I hope you have a wonderful weekend, full of yucks, fine dining, some outside activities and don't forget to pet your puppy.

Oh and one other thing.

Always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

THIS IS TROUBLE

 One of my longtime friends, identified on this blog only as Timmer, is a recently-retired vice-president of a television station in Denver.

But many, many, many years ago, he and I worked together in his first job out of college, at a different television station in Phoenix.

Timmer was a photographer then and I was a reporter, both for the news side of the station.

Before my time in Phoenix, I had worked for a radio station in Indianapolis and there met Tommy Terrific.

Tom had a long and successful career in radio and television in that city before retiring some years ago to a coastal village in California where he created his own blog, Light Breezes.

There is a story that Timmer and I went to Kansas City to a Democratic mini-convention when the late Arizona Congressman Mo Udall was running for President.

Tom reportedly came from Indianapolis to cover the same convention.

The stories that have emanated about these three youngish men wreaking havoc there have never been confirmed by anyone of respectable reputation.

But the reports were enough to prompt She Who Must Be Obeyed to dub the three innocents The Terrible Trio when she saw this photo, taken in front of the vaunted palm tree in our Phoenix backyard.

That's Tom, Taylor and Timmer, left to right.

I got the picture in a mailing from Timmer today.

I believe it was taken sometime in 1976 but I can't be sure.

All I know is that each of these three lads has put on considerable poundage since that day.

And that all of us are innocent of any criminal charges from that alleged Kansas City meeting.

The Statute of Limitations has long since passed anyway.

HEADING EAST

 When I was out this afternoon running some errands (masked) I found myself behind a vehicle with this statement in it's rear window:

Unmasked

Unmuzzled

Unvaccinated

Unafraid

I was having one of my imaginary conversations in my head, thinking I'll pull up alongside them and tell them I have another couple of U words for their sign:

Uninformed

Un-American

But you know, I don't like confrontations and those kind of people are usually armed so I just shook my head and let it go.

While I was out, I also encountered several rain showers and one sort of a hailstorm so I scurried home rather quickly.

This evening, some great sky shots in my neighborhood.

Tomorrow, the Weather Gods inform us, all of this will be moving on to the east of us and our mercury, which topped out today in the 50's, will be about 10 degrees higher.

And by Friday and Saturday, it will get into the mid 80's.

Arizona.

What a crazy place.

PINK

 Pink sky at night - - a (???????) delight!

I couldn't find a finish for that bit of doggerel.

I know "Red sky at night, a sailor's delight" but nothing about a pink sky.

Actually I'm not sure that tonight's sky is actually going to be pink.

But the mighty Google tells me that there's a full moon scheduled tonight and it's known as a Pink Moon, named after phlox, the pink flowers that bloom in the Spring.

Well, regardless, a glance at our sky a bit ago told me that we probably won't see it anyway.

Pretty darned cloudy out there.

But fear not, sky watchers.

I snapped a photo of that same sky a couple of nights ago so here's a preview.

That's an indication of what you may see tonight if the skies are clear where you are.

You're welcome.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

 As the header says, Begin.

Begin another year though it's becoming more and more difficult. 

But yesterday was a pretty good day.

We made only our second trip to a restaurant in over a year, this time to the Red Lobster for, of course, a lobster gorging.

Well, that's what I did, on the orders of my wife and, you know, I don't call her She Who Must Be Obeyed for nothing.

She, on the other hand, had Coconut Shrimp, an old favorite of hers there, and it was such an ample serving that she brought half of it home for dining today.

Along with two take-out bowls of Lobster Bisque.

I think after today we will have had our seafood fix for awhile.

Of course, there's always . . .

. . my favorite birthday treat, carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and SPRINKLES!

I put that photo out one more time just for the Beautiful Rich Daughter who on her recent birthday was gifted with a box of 15 designer chocolates from one of Prescott's finest chocolatiers.

So was she grateful?

Hah!

She has whined that my Number One Chef made a cake for her partner a month ago, she made one for me, but did SHE get a Mommy Made Cake?

Darling daughter, we'll save you a slice.

And to those who sent greetings yesterday, thenkyew, thenkyew, thenkyew.