POSIES . .

. . on the edge of the savannah

FRIDAY FUNNIES

It gets harder and harder to be funny in our (U.S.) election season but I'm gonna keep trying.

Here goes.

Do you remember me telling you about the BRD going to that big concert in California recently of a bunch of aging rock stars?

Kinda like . . .

Okay, folks, that's all I've got this week.

(Actually, I've got a lot more but I'm saving them up in case of a humor drought.)

Whatever you do this weekend, do it with reckless abandon and a ton of glee and always, always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty.

(Uh, oh, I warned you about making friends with those guys.)

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Anybody remember this young folk strummer from Minnesota?

Young Robert Zimmerman from Hibbing, Minnesota, was a curly-haired singer/songwriter with poetry on his mind.

At present he is performing a constant tour schedule around the world as Bob Dylan.

He's got wrinkles now, at 75, but his hair is still a tangled coiffure.

And today he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Way to go, young man.

WHITE WEDNESDAY

CALIFORNIA BOUND

It has been a week for visiting California.

No, not me.

Friends and a relative made the journeys.

The BRD went with some friends to Palm Springs and on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights to the Coachella concert venue (dubbed Oldchella by someone with a sense of humor.)

What transpired was a superstar experience.

Friday night: Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones.

Saturday night: Paul McCartney and Neil Young.

Sunday night: Roger Waters and The Who.

That's Peter Townsend on the big screen.

The entire series will be repeated next weekend, in case you've got some ready cash lying around.

Though I expect the tickets are long since sold out.

The BRD arrived home last evening and this morning came down with a cold.

As she said, that's what I get for hanging around with 75,000 people!

So on to the second coastal trip, and this one really did reach the Left Coast, as it's sometimes called.

Our good friend, Diane, and her daughter went to Laguna Beach, a favorite haunt for many decades.

That's the beach and that's the ocean and that's the selfie to prove they were there.

And that's one of many sunsets they photographed on a day that was clear enough to catch a somewhat rare glimpse of Catalina Island in the distance.

Nice pictures.  Nice people.

THOSE FALLING LEAVES . . .

FOR YOUR BOUTONIÈRRE