Friday, September 16, 2016

FRIDAY FUNNIES

I was talking with a long-ago former colleague on the telephone last night and he asked me what I did these days.

(We've both been retired for awhile.)

I said that I blogged and spent most of my day on the computer, I read and occasionally I cook.

There was silence on his end.


Eh?

What?

Oh!

You say it's time for the Friday Funnies!










O.K. Gentle Readers, I've had my fun.

Was it good for you?

Have a roller coaster of fun this weekend, thanks for the many contributions and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(Where did she go anyway?


Thursday, September 15, 2016

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

DON'T BUG ME!


The mosquitoes around the Taylor manor have been vicious this year.

Normally I am the magnet while SWMBO seems immune.

But this year we've both been the victims of the nasty little critters.

I don't know if that's one of the biters or not in the photo above but I wasn't taking any chances.

The picture was taken through the glass of a sliding door as it lurked on the outside.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

TUESDAY (Monday?) TRAVELS

Yesterday, at SWMBO's suggestion, we went on a mini Road Trip.

It had been awhile.

I picked the route and we headed over to I-17 and down the hill to the Verde Valley.

"Verde" means green in Spanish and it definitely was after a summer of quite a bit of rain.


That's Mingus Mountain in the distance capping off Arizona's version of the Black Hills.


Prickly Pear cactus, like the one in the foreground of this photo, were growing in abandon alongside the road as we headed from Camp Verde up to the higher elevations to the east.



We were following the General Crook Trail, which as this plaque tells, was first blazed west in 1871; later improved for wagons in 1874 and became the main route between Camp Verde and Fort Apache in the White Mountains.

Our destination was the cool country of the mighty Ponderosa pines.



This photo was taken near the top as we began our descent.

That light spot in the center of all that green is the highway far below us.


Huge canyons dot the area with even more mountains visible in the distance.

We were headed for the small unincorporated community of Strawberry, which is comprised of many vacation cabins for "the rich folks" down in Greater Phoenix.

But regardless of their income, they all have to get their mail in the same place.


The mail service is shared with the town of Pine, just three miles further down the mountain.

Some people mark their property lines with gates and security cameras and guard dogs.

Others have a different idea.


We found one man working on his decor, perhaps a bit more welcoming.


The log-built Strawberry schoolhouse claims to be the oldest such one-room structure still standing in Arizona.


It's a museum now, available for scheduled tours.

After touring Strawberry and Pine we headed back the way we had come.


We had scene an odd formation on the way up and stopped on our return for a couple of photos.




Our imaginations ran a little wild as we thought of the early days and perhaps Indians atop this fortress watching as the United States troops invaded their native lands.

I thought of the history of Israel and nicknamed it Masada.

A further descent through the tiny community of Clear Creek, a picnic at the historical Camp Verde grounds and then a return through Cottonwood and Jerome and these two tired travelers were home by late afternoon.

It was a good day.

Friday, September 9, 2016

FRIDAY FUNNIES

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Today marks the Dog Days of the Friday Funnies.

Oh, no, they're not going anywhere.

It's just that . . .

Well, take a look.
















But wait!


Oh dear, who to believe?

While I muse on that, Gentle Readers, go ye out and have yourself an incredibly soul-satisfying weekend and remember: always keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh, man . . .)


Thursday, September 8, 2016

THROWBACK THURSDAY

You may have to be of a certain age but . . .






Ah the Good Old Days!

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

I GUESS MY TIRES ARE O.K.

Interesting guesses to yesterday's photo.

Here's a better view.


Aha!

It's my mouse wheel.

Monday, September 5, 2016

SHOWING SOME WEAR

Looks like maybe I need a new set of tires.


What do you think?

Sunday, September 4, 2016

BLOW-UP!

Yesterday evening our visit continued with SWMBO's second purchase for the event: balloons!

Both of us had tried earlier in the day to blow up a couple of the balloons and though we stretched them and blew until we were in danger of a coronary attack we could not get them to expand.

We told the visitors that they probably needed a bicycle tire pump or some such device to get enough air into the dratted contraptions to make true balloons out of them.

Then James, the father of the two boys, took matters in hand.


And amazement once again!

As his face grew red from the exertion, the balloon slowly began to form, inch by slow inch.

After long minutes and perhaps a bit of wheezing he was able to lean back with the smile of a conqueror as he and the boys contemplated the result.


Great work, James, you showed us all how it's done.

The boys promptly left for the back yard where they indulged in wild and carefree (balloon) sword fights.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

THE BUBBLE BOYS

We had company last night which included two handsome young boys . . . Brandon, age 9, and Liam, age 7.

At those ages, they could be our great-grandchildren, were they in fact related to us.

Prior to their arrival, SWMBO purchased two bottles of bubble blowing liquid.

When she brought them home, I scoffed that even at their youthful ages the pair would not, could not find this of any interest.

After all, these boys have been born into the computer age and undoubtedly each have their own digital pads with which they would be engrossed.

And they were.

Until the bubble solution came out.


What to my wondering eyes should appear but two young lads happily blowing bubbles and scampering around the yard, giggling merrily.


Once again, the old Catalyst was proved wrong in the light of his mate's wiser logic.


When they return this evening we'll see how the balloons go over.