Saturday, March 7, 2020

TOWNES VAN ZANDT

I learned from reading The Writer's Almanac by Garrison Keillor that the legendary Texas song writer and performer, Townes Van Zandt, was born on this day in 1944.

One of his most well-known songs is Pancho and Lefty, which was recorded by (among others) Willy Nelson and Merle Haggard.

Before we hear it, though, listen to Van Zandt himself telling how he came to write it.




Townes was a troubled man, suffering from what is now known as bipolarism and addicted to alcohol and various illicit drugs.

He died on New Year's Day in 1997, at the age of 52.

In this video of Pancho and Lefty, he can be seen several times in cameos.

Friday, March 6, 2020

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Good morning Gentle Readers and all you other screwballs!

I hope your week was better, you look good in a mask, and you're about ready to have your lives disrupted with Daylight Savings Time.


As you may have guessed, it is time (heh-heh) once again for the Friday frolic.

Brace yourselves.








Okay, here come the puns:



And finally . . .


With those wise words, I shall wander willingly and wryly away, whooping wickedly, off to check Wall Street and the weather and wishing you all a wholeheartedly great weekend!

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .



Thursday, March 5, 2020

NATURE

I was struck by the symmetry of one of Mother Nature's children this morning.


And, across the way, some indications that Spring can't be far away.


Not any too early for me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Monday, March 2, 2020

FUN-DAY MONDAY

SWMBO woke up about 1:30 this morning with a severe headache and pain in her left eye.

After several hours of wakefulness, then a few hours of sleep, she woke again with the pain still in her left eye, which was now red with blood.

When I looked at her I thought both eyes were red and she quickly made an emergency appointment at her ophthalmologist's office.

We both went and after about an hour and a half she finally saw a doctor who examined her thoroughly and concluded that there did not seem to be a problem with her eyes and that she appeared to have a sinus infection.

He suggested Sudafed to keep her pain under control until her regular visit with her primary care doctor on Wednesday.

So after a stop at a pharmacy and another for a fast food breakfast, we came home.

On the way over, by the way, she had commented on the clouds on the horizon.

I opined that they seemed tiny and unthreatening and informed her that the Weather Gods had not predicted any rain or snow.

By the time we were on the way home the clouds had thickened, bulked up and were touching the ground in several spots.

Over toward home the skies had turned dark blue and threatening.

We got home and a short time later this happened.


As I was looking out some white pellets began flying.

I said, "It's snowing!"

She said, "That's hail."

I said, "Oh, it's not either.  Look at those tiny snow pellets."

She said, "It's snain!"

That's a word for something in between snow and rain that she and her daughter have popularized.

I grumped back to my room and a short time later took this photo.


Whether it's snow or hail or snow pellets or snain, it covered the ground for a few moments before disappearing before the onslaught of our balmy mid-40's temperatures.

And so it goes, just another normal Monday around my parts.

What's the first of YOUR week look like?

Saturday, February 29, 2020

R.I.P. Trader Joe


Joe Coulombe, the founder of Trader Joe's markets, has died at the age of 89.

It's a sad day for people like me, who love the quirky little stores with great products, including Two-Buck-Chuck . . the California wine that used to sell for $1.99 a bottle.

Great job, Joe.


(The final picture was taken on a sunset cruise off Key West enjoyed by the BRD and Beau Jack this week. It just seemed to fit.)

Friday, February 28, 2020

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

In this bleak old world, let me try to bring a ray of sunlight, a little joy.

Without further comment, here are The Friday Funnies for this last week in February.











O.K. Gentle Readers, that's all I got.

I hope you're feeling a bit cheerier.

Now go out and commune with nature and have a great trouble-free weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . . groan . . .)