T'MATERS!

This year's iteration of our tomato barrel is producing fruit like crazy.

We have two plants in it; a yellow pear tomato and a larger red tomato whose name I can't remember.

These are some of the yellow pear tomatoes.

Yes, I know they're not yellow and that's because they're not ripe yet.

But we have pulled a couple of golden ones so far.

The other vine also has a lot of fruit including one nearly-ripe-enough-to-pick one, trying to hide in the foliage.

Don't tell me about the drooping leaves.

SWMBO already has instructed me on that and after these pictures were taken I got right on it and watered them.

I'll say it again (and again, probably):

"Ain't nothing quite as good as home-grown tomatoes!"

SKY PUFFS

Yesterday was a day for lying on one's back in a grassy field, staring at the sky.

Since I'm too far from a grassy field and couldn't get up if I did lie down in one, I had to content myself with these random photos I snapped.

Dream on, cloud watchers.

Oh and for the curious among you, yes the blue bag is still stuck up there.

Or at least shards of it.

Because of the limitations of my phone's camera, probably only the eagle-eyed among you can pick them out.

SPEAKING OF ART

The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree, as SWMBO demonstrated with a recent salad.

No apples, but sliced watermelon, cucumber and mango, all sprinkled with tajín seasoning.

HERE, KITTY-KITTY . . .

In the continuing saga of the BAD, here's another chapter.

As you may recall, the Beautiful Artistic Daughter (BAD) gets her acronym name because she fulfills at least two of those characteristics.

She's my wife's daughter from a previous marriage.

But she's spent more years of her life with me trying to boss her around (a futile exercise) than her biological father.

Also to clear up a misunderstanding, she used to be known as the BRD, or Beautiful Rich Daughter, when she spent more than a decade as the arm candy of a well-off man who showered her with gifts and trips and such.

But they parted and she now lives a much more down-scaled life where she has art and more art and lots of art to satisfy her creative whims.

Speaking of which, she has just completed yet another piece, which she has called the Cool Cat.

Behold!

And to answer another question from a commenter, her home is indeed a museum of her work.

BOXED IN

My longtime friend Tom, he of Light Breezes, sent me some pictures of his family yesterday.

Now I want you to understand; these are not photos of his wife, or of his children, or of his grandchildren.

But they are members of his family.

Dear members of his family.

Like all good cats, when confronted with the spectre of a NEW BOX, they know what to do.

Get into it and sleep, protected from the wiles of a devious world.

As one meme says: If it fits, I sits!

Even if it sometimes doesn't quite fit.

A WEEKEND SPECTACULAR

 

Judy's Dutch Apple Pie

(too die for)

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Well, hi.

Simply hi.

How has your week been?

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Oh.

I'll not ask any more.

Let me try to help as we ease into the Humor Bank.

Music, maestro, please.

You know when you see the Trekkies that we're nearing the end of this episode of the pre-Saturday Snickers.

So let me give you the standard command: let's all try to have a terrific weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . ah, yes  . . . )