THOUGHTS

 

It's a bleak morning out there with rain showers forecast off and on for much of the day.

But my mood is much better than yesterday's.

Sunday evening I forgot to take my "night pills", which include a couple of supplements which help me to sleep.

I was troubled by insomnia until about 3 a.m. when I realized what I'd done and gulped them down.

Of course it takes an hour or two for them to "kick in" so it was well toward morning before I caught a few hours of sleep.

A two-hour afternoon nap helped somewhat and then making sure I took the pills last night eased me into the arms of Morpheus.

I've been using that expression, the arms of Morpheus, for decades now and I just thought to Google it to see how it's defined.

It was as I thought with one slight adaptation.

Morpheus was the Greek god of dreams, a son of Hypnos.

Hypnos was the god of sleep.

But "the arms of Morpheus" is correctly used to mean sleeping.

So there you have it.

Your daily lesson in Greek mythology.

Or just another few minutes reading a silly blog post.

Ho-hum.

Time for a nap?

You can thank me later.

CATCHING UP

 

An outing!

Our first cultural immersion in I don't know how many years.

We went to a piano and strings concert at Yavapai College in Prescott yesterday.

The musicians were exemplary. 

Their leader, James D'León has been playing piano since the age of 4 and is a touring Steinway Artist.

His first violinist was Grace Nakano, the assistant Concertmaster of the Tucson Symphony Orchestra, a lovely native of Japan who played with great emotion.

Also performing were second violinist Laura Cásarez, also from The Tucson Symphony; Ruthie Wilde, the principal cellist with the West Valley Symphony; and Kimberly Sullivan, the principal Violist with Arizona Philharmonic.

I liked the entire concert but I think my favorite piece was the Scherzo: Allegro by Brahms.

So to come down from that excitement we went to Murphy's Bar and Restaurant in Prescott for a drink and a shared platter of mussels in a garlic, butter and white wine sauce.

Heaven!

And a perfect day.

Oh, that picture at the top of this post?

I just wanted you all to know I'm not taking you for granite.

(Ba-Da-Boomp)

RANDOM PHOTO

 

Home

MUFFINS

 We just tasted my latest culinary creation - Banana Walnut Muffins.

If I must say so myself, they are spectacular.

And SWMBO said "You done good."

So, as I responded to her, I think I'll keep the recipe.

For those of you about to ask me for my recipe, it's Dr. Dan's from the website you can access by clicking here.

He's a doctor so it's gotta be good for you, right?

VETTE

 I've never been a fan of the Chevrolet Corvette but this one caught my eye yesterday.

Something about that brilliant color and the sleek shape caused me to stop and stare and think "This might be fun to take for a drive."

Judy would say "That's your old man coming out, thinking you could lure a younger woman."

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, well, well, how's your Spring planting weeding going?

Oh, stop with that nasty language, I get the drift.

Here in Paradise the temperature is scheduled to climb clear up to 80 degrees today, the sun is shining and all is right in the world.

So let us not dither any longer.

Strike up the band.

Well how about that, we ended right where we began.

This guy is amazing!

Now, no negativity, no niggling, no nagging, no neanderthalism, just nacreous nicety this weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(awwwwww)

THE THING ABOUT SPRING . .

Yesterday was one of those days, as I told SWMBO, that makes me say my least favorite season of the year is Spring.

She knew what I meant.

I had gone out to the backyard to get the trash can and take it to the dumpster in front, prior to putting the latter out by the street for emptying by the trashmen.

While I was doing that I perceived (for the umpteenth time) that there was a plethora of weeds along the path so I got a weeding stick and went to work on them.

I was feeling pretty good about the progress I was making when I heard a truck stop out front.

I knew what it was.

It was FedEx.

So I hurried to the front and found a tightly rolled 8 by 10 foot astroturf carpet by the front door. 

I picked it up (sort of) and dragged and carried it around to the back yard.

(Need I remind you that I am an octogenarian?)

Well I got it to the back patio which awaited it and SWMBO came out and we got it unwrapped and spread out on the patio.

It's an improvement over the carpeting we had there for a number of years that had slowly begun to rot away.

And it looks better than the bare concrete.

Almost looks like grass, doesn't it?

So after getting that job done I dragged the hose over and filled the bird bath and gave the honeysuckle vine a brief spritz, then dragged the hose back and coiled it up again.

And took the garbage can, now full again with wrappings from the carpet, out to the dumpster again.

And then came in and collapsed on my bed for awhile.

But not too long as I had volunteered to make pizza for our comida (Spanish for dinner).

So that was my day.

Now do you see why Spring is my least favorite season of the year?

(Need I remind you once again that I am an octogenarian?)