What did I say???
Mugging in Salzburg, Austria. 1985.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Monday, December 28, 2015
THE STATE OF OUR UNION
SWMBO and I have toned down our Christmas celebrating over the years.
It's almost a non-event anymore.
This year it involved a visit to the BRD's house for a couple of Bloody Mary's and a champagne brunch.
Only a few hours and then we were back home for naps and resting.
With a tiny exception for the BRD, we don't gift anymore.
We have decided we have everything we need. More than, actually, as we've begun divesting ourselves of old photographs and letters and other family documents that we've held onto and moved and moved and moved over the years.
We have become Senior Citizens.
How did that happen?
Back in a previous century when we lived in Mexico we would get together with our friends on the holiday for way too many drinks and a feast.
One year I wrote limericks for each of the participants. I think I still have copies of them around somewhere.
A number of those friends have died since that great party.
This is a picture taken at our going away party when we had decided to return to the United States, back in 1991.
This is also a time for traveling among some of our blogger friends.
Tom and Lucy (who live in Brittany) made a several day trip to Iceland for the steaming pools and the Northern Lights and a ride on and a visit with some beautiful horses.
Dr. M and Dana Bug have just returned from a Caribbean cruise that took them to tours on several islands.
We don't do that kind of traveling any more although SWMBO has just left for a two-day visit with our friend, Diane, in the Big Valley.
(As I was writing this, I just had a telephone call from her. The car's tire pressure was low and I had told her to stop and have them pumped up. She called to tell me she now had the tires filled and to ask if I knew the horn honked when the proper pressure was reached. I did not and said "I'll bet you scared the hell out of the guy filling the tires."
She said he was startled and she told him "I'll bet you thought I did that," but another worker said that this car horn honks automatically when the proper pressure is attained.
You learn something every day.)
So I am batching with the cats for a couple of days.
Since I don't have a car I will probably stay in my snuggy new reindeer pants that I got for Christmas for the duration.
It's almost a non-event anymore.
This year it involved a visit to the BRD's house for a couple of Bloody Mary's and a champagne brunch.
Only a few hours and then we were back home for naps and resting.
With a tiny exception for the BRD, we don't gift anymore.
We have decided we have everything we need. More than, actually, as we've begun divesting ourselves of old photographs and letters and other family documents that we've held onto and moved and moved and moved over the years.
We have become Senior Citizens.
How did that happen?
Back in a previous century when we lived in Mexico we would get together with our friends on the holiday for way too many drinks and a feast.
One year I wrote limericks for each of the participants. I think I still have copies of them around somewhere.
A number of those friends have died since that great party.
This is a picture taken at our going away party when we had decided to return to the United States, back in 1991.
Three nations are represented there: Germany, the U.S., and Mexico. Our ex-pat friends were an international group.
Tom and Lucy (who live in Brittany) made a several day trip to Iceland for the steaming pools and the Northern Lights and a ride on and a visit with some beautiful horses.
Dr. M and Dana Bug have just returned from a Caribbean cruise that took them to tours on several islands.
We don't do that kind of traveling any more although SWMBO has just left for a two-day visit with our friend, Diane, in the Big Valley.
(As I was writing this, I just had a telephone call from her. The car's tire pressure was low and I had told her to stop and have them pumped up. She called to tell me she now had the tires filled and to ask if I knew the horn honked when the proper pressure was reached. I did not and said "I'll bet you scared the hell out of the guy filling the tires."
She said he was startled and she told him "I'll bet you thought I did that," but another worker said that this car horn honks automatically when the proper pressure is attained.
You learn something every day.)
So I am batching with the cats for a couple of days.
Since I don't have a car I will probably stay in my snuggy new reindeer pants that I got for Christmas for the duration.
I know, I know, TMI.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
THE DOWNSLOPE
My new banner photo is in honor of the next holiday we're all facing: New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
The picture was taken in a tiki bar in Phoenix a couple of years ago when we lived down there, once again.
I've been tending to our bird bath and drinking fountain this morning as the temperature hovers in the teens and twenties.
It was frozen solid when I first went out, a little before eight this morning, and I couldn't budge or crack the ice.
I poured some warm water in and a bit later it too was frozen.
So I've repeated this exercise several times, each time banging a bit of the ice loose.
The finches and their friends (whom I haven't identified as to species yet) seem to realize when the fresh water is there and how fast it's freezing over as they flock to the moisture.
I've seen as many as six birds at one time at the dish where under normal conditions only one or two will be there at once.
The mercury only rose to 37 F. (3 C.) here yesterday but it's supposed to be about 10 degrees warmer today.
I can barely wait.
Speaking of rushing the season, I saw this on the street recently.
The picture was taken in a tiki bar in Phoenix a couple of years ago when we lived down there, once again.
I've been tending to our bird bath and drinking fountain this morning as the temperature hovers in the teens and twenties.
It was frozen solid when I first went out, a little before eight this morning, and I couldn't budge or crack the ice.
I poured some warm water in and a bit later it too was frozen.
So I've repeated this exercise several times, each time banging a bit of the ice loose.
The finches and their friends (whom I haven't identified as to species yet) seem to realize when the fresh water is there and how fast it's freezing over as they flock to the moisture.
I've seen as many as six birds at one time at the dish where under normal conditions only one or two will be there at once.
The mercury only rose to 37 F. (3 C.) here yesterday but it's supposed to be about 10 degrees warmer today.
I can barely wait.
Speaking of rushing the season, I saw this on the street recently.
That's a sweet old vintage Corvette convertible.
It reminded me (once again - I think I've told this story before) of springtime in North Dakota.
When the temperature would get up to the 30's anyone who had a convertible would put the top down and cruise proudly around town.
With the heater running full blast.
But no convertible in my family so I didn't partake of the springtime ritual.
As Val Kilmer playing Doc Holliday in "Tombstone" says, "My hypocrisy only goes so far."
Saturday, December 26, 2015
CHRISTMAS WRAP-UP
I know Christmas 2015 is now in the past but some review of it is in order.
This is the Christmas tree in the showroom at Lamb Nissan in nearby Prescott.
I left the chair in the photo to give you an idea of the size of the tree.
The warranty on my Altima ended on December 5th.
16 days later the inside door handle on the driver's side broke.
It cost $75 to repair it.
As I said to the service advisor, "Isn't that always the way?"
The elf seemed quietly pleased.
We went to the BRD's house for a Christmas brunch.
She's very artistic and always does a nice job with decorations.
The chandelier over the dining table was draped with holiday decor.
But it was what was ON the table that interested me.
Crab cakes Benedict adapted from a Bobby Flay recipe. Yum!
Meantime back at the manse, in spite of cold weather and occasional snow, one of our backyard shrubs was showing it's holiday color.
A generally happy Christmas season.
Friday, December 25, 2015
CHRISTMAS FRIDAY FUNNIES
Did Bad Santa come to your house last night?
Were there any cookies left for him? Or did your dogs get them?
This next one is especially for Lori Down the Street.
I'm embarassed to tell you how long it took me to figure out the next one.
That's all I've got, Gentle Readers.
Weather Report: it's cold and windy here in the Arizona Central Highlands today. There was some rain again during the night and there's just the tiniest trace of snow here and there. But a white Christmas we shall not have.
I hope your holiday is filled with joy and the year ahead finds a lot of mirth. And not just in the Friday Funnies.
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 24, 2015
THROWBACK THURSDAY
Pictures from Christmases past.
SWMBO (My beloved Judy) and I at the Fiesta Americana hotel Christmas Party in Guadalajara, Mexico in 1987.
The sombrero was a gag hat taken around to place on the head of intoxicated gringos for their idiot picture.
But coupled with that beard I look like I should have ridden with Zapata, don't you think?
A few years later. 1990 and another Christmas party in Guadalajara.
My very dear and late friend Walter Nixon (father of Cynthia) and my beautiful wife. (I think SHE looks like a movie star.)
To one and all we wish you the very, very best of the holidays on this Christmas Eve.
And, as Sergeant Esterhazy used to say on Hill Street Blues, let's be careful out there. (Lots of holiday cheer will be consumed tonight.)
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