WHOA!

40 years ago.

In Salzburg, Austria.

What was it I said?

DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?

 

Actually, I do.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

So another week of epic, general confusion is drawing to a close.

On a happy note, our weather has taken a turn for the better.

Better, that is to say, if you like daytime highs in the low 80's or high 70's.

The air conditioning is nearly turned off for the year but it's still warm enough to mostly avoid turning on the furnace.

As we watch our electric bill sink like the setting sun, happiness abounds in the hearts of we'uns.

Speaking of happiness, it's time to spread some to you, my faithful readers.

So here goes.

Oh, stop groaning, you know when you come here you have to put up with some pun-ishment.

And besides, you can take the best (worst) ones with you and inflict them on your friends while they're trying to have a nice weekend.

Whether you do that or not be sure YOU do all YOU can to have a stupendous weekend.

And never forget to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . uh, by the way, that guy yesterday was "stirring" his drink, not shaking it.  Just sayin' . . . )

STILL BLAZING AWAY

As I have reminded you before this is October.

It's the month of spooks and goblins and it seems the month when the spring and summer flowers die off.

At last that's what I've always thought.

Now I DID grow up in North Dakota which has a decidedly different climate than Arizona, which I now call home.

So perhaps now in my second childhood, I'm recalling memories from my "first" childhood.

At any rate, the flowers potted on our patio have been blooming like crazy recently.

Here's the proof:

That last one is a coleus plant with a rather bedraggled chive plant above and behind it.

I think the coleus growth is/are leaves, rather than flowers and it seems to thrive year-around, though I think SWMBO brings it inside when the weather turns frosty.

Speaking of whom, I suppose I could get answers to all of my horticultural questions by simply asking her.

But that's too easy.

So I'll leave it to you, Gentle Readers, to relieve me of the burden of my quest.

I should add that I'm not complaining.

I enjoy the colorful display on our patio and wish they'd bloom all  the year around.

Um . . . they won't, will they?

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

A mysterious couple, photographed during cocktail hour (note the cocked pinky) yesterday at an undisclosed location.

Are they perhaps previewing their Halloween look?  (note the color of the man's shirt.)

Or are they perhaps in the Witness Protection Program?

Only The Shadow knows.

And he ain't tellin'.

TURNING OVER A LEAF

Does it sometimes seem to you like your life is on R for Race?

Time seems to be rushing along much faster than, oh, say, 75 or 80 years ago.

They say the older we get the faster it seems to go by.

Like, just the other day it was July!

Or was it June?

That's another thing that seems to be changing - my memory.

Just the other day (it seems) I could remember the names of all the players on my favorite baseball team, along with their uniform numbers and batting averages.

Now . . .

Hmmm, what was I saying?

I'll think of it in a minute, or probably about two o'clock tomorrow morning when I'm trying to get back to sleep.

Actually, I can't remember what I was going to write about in this diary, er, blog when I started.

So I guess I'll just leave you to whatever you were doing before I interrupted.

Enjoy September!

FAMILY TIES

Seems to me like not only art but good cooking runs through this family.

The BAD (Beautiful Artistic Daughter, aka Gayle) discovered yesterday she had a plethora of blueberries in her abode and got busy making the place smell good.

Nothing smells better than a fresh blueberry pie, hot from the oven.

When I talked to her it was still too hot to try but I'd venture to say it got sampled mightily a little later.

And probably for breakfast this morning too!