I noticed Christmas decorations up on light poles around the Civic Center, the Police Station, and the Public Library yesterday.
Those candy canes look a little the worse for wear but the spirit of Christmas is still there.
I noticed Christmas decorations up on light poles around the Civic Center, the Police Station, and the Public Library yesterday.
Those candy canes look a little the worse for wear but the spirit of Christmas is still there.
Christmas baking season has begun at the vaunted Taylor Bakery & Experimental (and sometimes hazardous) Kitchen Laboratory.
Here's today's result.
A puff pastry shell with the center pushed down to make a hollow for some lemon curd, topped with a blackberry and sprinkled with confectioner's sugar.
A little fussy but de-lish-us!
Let the holidays begin!
Y'know, after a feasting day things kind of slow down so I'm a little late with this edition of comedy and fun'n'games.
So how did your big meals go yesterday?
Here's a photo of our Thanksgiving turkey.
All joking aside, we'd like you to have a great day wherever you are in the world, whether it's Thanksgiving, Friendsgiving or just another normal old Thursday.
When one is a young lad, in one's teens and twenties and even, perhaps, in one's thirties, one can be sure of one thing: he is immortal.
Nothing can touch him, right?
But then, much later, as old age works on him, the sins of his youth begin to catch up with him.
One of my sins was spending too much time in the sun without any kind of sun screen.
Back in the day we called it sun tan lotion and it didn't really offer any protection from El Sol.
Especially not for a pale-skinned youth of Norwegian ancestry.
So here is the older rascal paying for the indiscretions of his youth.
This photo was taken this morning after my latest surgery to remove a skin cancer.
This one came out of the tip of my nose.
Previous surgeries have eliminated them from over one eyebrow, from the top of one ear and from the back of one arm.
All of them have been the relatively harmless type called squamous cell carcinomas.
But one feels, as the years go on and more of these pesky things are discovered, that one's exoderm is slowly just being whittled away.
To the youth of today I can only offer the same advice I ignored back when I was "immortal": wear sun screen and avoid over-exposure.
Like that advice will be heeded.