My most regular supplier of humor for this blog hit me with a late-ish Halloween treat yesterday.
It took each of us a little time to figure it out.
Let's hear how long it takes you Gentle Readers to solve the puzzle.
Be honest now.
My most regular supplier of humor for this blog hit me with a late-ish Halloween treat yesterday.
It took each of us a little time to figure it out.
Let's hear how long it takes you Gentle Readers to solve the puzzle.
Be honest now.
The Day of the Dead is celebrated not as a period of mourning but as one or two days of joyful celebration, supposedly when the souls of the deceased come back to visit their family and enjoy the food and drink that they loved in life.
Marigolds with their bright color are displayed widely to lighten the path back through the darkness.
These, from our yard, are not the typical flower used in Mexico.
The so-called Aztec Marigold has a round shape like a Chrysanthemum but the same bright color.
These sprang up along the edge of the patio, apparently from seed spilled from our tomato barrel.
Apparently they enjoy the abundant Arizona sunshine.
But getting back to the day(s) of the dead in Mexico, November 1st is traditionally a day to remember children that have died and November 2nd for adults.
Cemeteries are decorated and altars are built at homes.
And everywhere can be seen the bright golden color of the marigolds.
T.G.I.F.
It's the end of a week as good as any week can be, nowadays.
My beloved Arizona Cardinals finally lost a game, to the Green Bay Packers, on a mixed play with only 14 seconds left and victory in their grasp.
Gadfrey!
Why does one put oneself through this agony (of defeat), even if it's only experienced through the television tube.
Well, so it goes.
They still have 7 wins against only one defeat this year and are now tied for the best record in the National Football League.
Who'd of ever a-thunk it?
So let us enjoy what might have been and might still be.
And enjoy these simple laughs.
If that didn't leave you laughing/groaning, you haven't been paying attention.
So let me SHOUT at you, HAVE. A. GREAT. WEEKEND!
And always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
A former mayor of New York City, Fiorello LaGuardia, was known for reading the funny papers on a radio station during a newspaper delivery strike in 1945.
While I have, so far at least, refrained from duplicating his feat I continue to bring you these weekly breaks from monotony in your daily lives.
(Curiously, LaGuardia spent a short part of his youth in nearby Prescott when his father was a bandmaster stationed at Fort Whipple.)
Now that I've put you nearly to sleep with this historical aside let me get on to the business at hand.
And with special thanks to Laughing Lori from crosstown, who supplied me with a ton of puns this week, here's the one she said was her favorite.
Now I want all of you to have a terrific weekend, free from turmoil and tinkling with tintinnabulation.
And never forget to Always Keep Laughing!!!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
(Wow, you've grown! Or is that "groan".)