SUNDAY GRAVY

 I made a big batch of Sunday Gravy yesterday.

This isn't a photo of it but it resembles it.

Now I know what you're thinkin'.

That doesn't look like gravy.

And that proves to me that you're not Italian.

Italian-American, to be exact.

Now this recipe isn't exactly Sunday Gravy because it doesn't have several kinds of meat in it, as traditional recipes do.

It's just a ground beef pasta sauce that includes onion and peppers and garlic and basil and tomatoes and tomato sauce and tomato paste and salt and pepper and a slash of red wine, simmered on the stove top for an hour or two.

Gadfrey!

Now I'm hungry again.

But the name Sunday Gravy came about because Italian nonnas (grandmothers) used to fix it after mass on Sundays, filling their houses with wonderful aromas.

Mine was delicious, served over some rainbow rotini yesterday.

This is sorta what our skies have been looking like this morning as promising thunder has been rumbling.

But so far, we've had no rain here today.

The last two storms to come through my part of town have been pretty violent, with tons of rain and high winds.

The drainage ditch alongside the street in front of the house has been running bankfull a couple of times.

We need the rain but a gentler downpour would be appreciated.

And that's how my week is starting.

What's new at your place?

BUT IS IT ART?

The BIAD (Beautiful Impoverished Artist Daughter) has been working on a project that she has brought to fruition.

She says it is a pedestal that could be used for a gazing ball.

Or maybe a birdbath.

Or a sculpture.

Or whatever you want to display for you and the world to see.

At any rate, here it is.

She says she's thinking of calling it Unicorn Puke.

I think a nicer name might be appropriate.

Do you have one?

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

We made it!

Perhaps a bit tanner, perhaps a bit redder, perhaps blistered.

But we have achieved once again and arrived at Friday.

We got through Ice Cream Day, Hot Dog Day, Corn Fritters Day.

And without even having to say TGIF once, we have arrived at the cusp of another weekend.

So let us not lollygag.

Let us launch into laughter.

And that's that, folks.

Now never mind the heat (or the smoke or the rain or the cold), enjoy youselves for the next few days and have a fantastic weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . oh yeah, the sun's very bright here too . . )

MIMI

 

Allow me to introduce you to Mimi, one of three members of the BRD's cat family.

And while she appears to be lying back, relaxing, contemplating the meaning of the universe . . what she's actually doing is waiting for Gayle to throw her mouse.

No, not a real mouse.

A small fabric replica with which the cats love to play.

But there's one odd fact in this family.

Gayle has taught her various cats over the years not only to play with their "mice", tossing them around and in the air and catching them again, but also to "fetch" them back to her to be tossed yet again.

I've heard of dogs doing this but never, except for Gayle's pets, for a cat to do it.

I learn something every day.

OUR FRIEND DIANE

 A few weeks ago Judy and I heard some disturbing news about our longtime friend, Diane Kalas.

She had suffered a stroke in Flagstaff, Arizona, and was in the hospital.

Diane is a vigorous 91 years old but a medical emergency at that age is frightening.

However, Diane being Diane, after a week in the hospital and ten days in a rehab facility she and one of her daughters and a mutual friend left for an annual vacation planned a year ago.

In her beloved Laguna Beach, California.

Diane had lived there as a young woman, fell in love with it and has returned year after year.

She says it works like a tonic to her and judging by her activity it has performed its magic once again.

I met Diane more than half a century ago when we found ourselves working for the same television station in Phoenix.

I was in awe of this woman who hosted a morning program called Today in Arizona.

She had a wall of signed photographs of movie stars, entertainers and politicians that she had interviewed.

Diane went on to success in radio stations in Pittsburgh, Boston and San Francisco before ending her career as "The Shell Answer Lady" for a California refinery.

In later years, she adopted a scruffy mutt she named Rags.

"Nobody better try to cheat my lady at cards!"

So Diane, keep on keepin' on, and this next one is just for you.

FINALLY!

 It was two weeks late but our first monsoon storm of the season arrived yesterday afternoon.

As I remarked, it's as if it was making up for lost time.

It rained, blew and hailed for three solid hours, sometimes lightly and at other times torrentially.

If you turn your audio on you can hear it pattering down.

In this later video, where it was raining harder, you can hear the water pouring down from the flooded eavestrough over the front entrance.

After it had finally stopped, Judy checked our rain guage in the tomato barrel and said we'd gotten nearly an inch and a half.

The cooler air felt good for a change although our summer heat hasn't broken for good and the season is only about halfway through.

HEAT