You may be remembering our pouting over the lack of blossoms on our Morning Glory vine a week or so ago.
Well, look at it this morning.
You may be remembering our pouting over the lack of blossoms on our Morning Glory vine a week or so ago.
Well, look at it this morning.
My wife, Judy, aka SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed), is fond of snorting at my occasional fascination with numbers and strange dates.
Like February 2nd or February 22nd of this year.
You see, they can be illustrated as 2-2-22 or 2-22-22.
And I find that fascinating.
She . . . not so much.
But.
BUT, I say.
She just came to me with some numbers written on a piece of paper to remind her of something or other and said, "Look at this!"
I did and failed to see anything weird or strange or fascinating about it.
Here's my calendar page for the day.
I didn't see anything weird or strange or fascinating about it.
That is until she . . . (I did tell you her avatar on this blog is She Who Must Be Obeyed, didn't I?) . . . that is until she explained it to me.
See you can abbreviate the date to 8-22-22.
And if you add up all those 2's you come up with the date of the month preceding them.
Well, that IS fascinating.
At least to me, a guy who likes numbers.
(Thank you, ma'am.)
Here we are again, nearing the end of another week.
A week of courtrooms and continuing delusions.
And cookies.
Cookies are good, right?
And what else is good?
BACON!
So that's your anthology of antics for the week.
Now all of you have a wonderful weekend.
And always remember to KEEP LAUGHING!!!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . oh I hate it when they get together . . )
I wanted to take a couple of daylight pictures to show you our blue, blue sky and the glorious green on the savannah/meadow/flood-plain and on Glassford Hill in the distance.
This year's monsoon season has been one unlike any in my memory.
In a normal year, we get an occasional thunderstorm and a few random days of showers.
But this year it's been day after day and night after night of showers and thunderstorms for most of the past few weeks it seems.
The meadow and the hills resemble Ireland.
At least that's what this green-starved Arizonan is fond of saying this year.
And the skies . . the SKIES . . are something to behold.
Just moments ago I stepped out into a very light misty rain and snapped these pictures.
There was a rainbow earlier but that's just become "old hat" to me so I didn't think to take its photo.
I was just thinking, "After all that talk about lightning yesterday, maybe now IS the time to move!"
But let us ignore the scary stories today for today is FRIDAY!
And I think you all know what that means.