Downtown Flagstaff, Arizona
11 a.m. Friday
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Does it seem to you folks that the days are going by faster than ever or is it just me?
It seems like it was just Friday and what do you know, it's Friday again!
So that means I have to put my nose to the grindstone (whatever the heck that means) and probe through the offerings in my Humor Capsule to come up with something to make you laugh.
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Yes, that's true but it really is Friday.
So open up your giggle valves and let's rev up the engines.
And always remember to read the fine print.
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Now, class, now that you've enjoyed your joyful jubilation and jollity, jot down just one mind-jogger: have yourselves a great weekend!
And always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
( . . . oh, yes, SWMBO could tell you about this . . . )
Mexican homes frequently have an inside patio open to the sky but surrounded by the walls of their house.
We had such a home for a couple of years when we lived in Guadalajara and the photo yesterday shows our friends posing in it.
They weren't the only ones to stand in that same spot.
That is the much younger She Who Must Be Obeyed and Catalyst, aka Judy and I.
There was a potted ficus tree and plants everywhere, watered sometimes by us and sometimes by a rain shower.
There was also a fountain in the center, which our cat Chulapay loved to drink from.
Chulapay (Spanglish for Cutie Pie) was an adopted Siamese, or so we thought.
Some years later I decided she was actually a Tonkinese.
Regardless of her DNA, she was an agile climber and leaper with the balance of . . well . . a cat.
She learned to scale a vine-covered trellis and jump to the upper level of the home.
That led to her disappearance for the better part of a week one time, as she could roam the rooftops and climb down into other people's living spaces.
We had searched the neighborhood, put up notices of the lost gato and asked neighbors and strangers if anyone had seen her, to no avail.
We sadly thought she was gone for good.
Until one day when she suddenly appeared, came down that trellis and nonchalantly inquired if we were going to feed her.
We suspected she got into someone's closet or shed and was unknowingly locked in.
She never told us and was soon back to her old tricks, looking for a high spot in the room where she could survey her domain and we mere humans.
After some difficulty, I have managed to uncover a photo of the man who shot that picture on yesterday's post.
His name is Tom and he is shown with his wife Carol in the inside patio of that wonderful home we lived in for a couple of years in Guadalajara, Mexico.
My wife, SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed), and I puzzled over this photograph for a long time this afternoon.
We recognized the name (our surname) but for the longest time we couldn't identify the location.
It was obvious we lived there.
Or someone with our last name did.
But for the longest time we were at our dagnapped to where it was.
We finally figured it out.
Can you?
If you know right away, don't spoil it for the rest.
( . . . to be continued . . . )
