WAYBACK WEDNESDAY

Normally I would have saved this post for ThrowBack Thursday.

But I'm posting it today and calling it WayBack Wednesday.

It was instigated by my friend Steve, in London, (Shadows & Light, over there in the right margin).

He wrote today about the Wayback Machine, which is an archive of stuff that may have disappeared on the Interwebs.

Like the early days of my blog.

So I looked and here's the post I found that I deemed good enough to share with y'all.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Priorities

It suddenly occurred to me . . . well, actually, it was occasioned by receiving a comment e-mail from a friend passing kudos on to those responsible for the flowers around my home . . . that because of all the pictures I have posted on my blog of the beautiful flowers and trees and such, it might occur to some of you that I, Catalyst himself, am responsible for their growth.

So, I thought I'd better explain that I don't garden. 

When SWMBO says something like "you know the plants need some watering" or "would you look at those weeds" . . . I run screaming like a whirling dervish for my car and escape. 

SWMBO does the gardening, ably assisted by the BRD.

But let me assure you, while the girls are gardening, I'm taking care of the important stuff. 

I blog. 

I worry about the war in Iraq. 

I think about who is going to run for president and who is going to win. 

I experiment and try to decide which is more important: siestas or naps.

Gardening is one thing. 

But the world and its problems are important, too. 

Someone has to take care of the tough stuff.

You may have noticed that was from June, 2007, and we and the BRD have moved a few times since then.

Thirteen years ago when I was a retiree of only about one year.

A spring chicken, so to speak.

With the same ideas.

Some things never change. 

Though I do water the plants now, from time to time.

BUTTERMILK

WHO WAS HERE?!

Why is this man angry?

Could it be because someone ate a big chunk of his French Apple Cake?

TOE-MAY-TOES, TA-MAH-TAS

The tomatoes are ripening in their pot on the patio.

You may remember our confusion because Judy had expected Cherry Tomatoes.

These are much bigger than that but whatever they are they seem happy.

A TRUE HERO HAS PASSED

Congressman John Lewis

1940 - 2020

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Oh, yes it is, it's Friday again.

Do you notice how they roll around faster these days?

That either means you're getting older or you're sleeping more.

Or both.

Never mind, let's get on with the business of the day.

Whew!

Now that that's over, I'm overjoyed.

Not that it was overstimulating or that I was overcompensating to offset the overpopulation of bad news.

And I didn't mean to be ostentatious, not overly so anyway.

I just wanted to be sure that you Gentle Readers would have an oddball, well orchestrated weekend.

Enjoy it and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(I said, bowing down.)

HAT TRICK

As an amateur photographer I've always been fascinated by hats.

Taking pictures at various festivals has given me a wide exposure to a variety of headgear.

Have you ever noticed that the prettiest girls often wear the snazziest hats?

That last one earned her monicker, the Beautiful Rich Daughter.

Sometimes the hats aren't even on real peole.

Or on people at all.

And sometimes, a hat is just a hat.

FRENCH APPLE CAKE, TAKE TWO

If you're one of those self-styled "foodies", you may recall my post from back in January when I tried a new recipe for a French Apple Cake.

As I said in that post, I found it on David Lebovitz' blog but it purported to be a Dorie Greenspan recipe.

It was tasty and SWMBO designated it a "keeper".

So yesterday I ran across the recipe and the note about "her nibs" comment and decided to make it again.

This time I let it bake a little longer.

(Judy says I'm always too impatient.)

And I may have used a smaller pan.

The result was much better than the first time.

Instead of spectral white, this one came out golden and just a teensy bit crusty around the edges.

And this time instead of adding whipped cream to my "wee slice", I had it with a slash of vanilla ice cream.

Sorry, I didn't take a picture of that or the self-satisfied grin on my face.

But I can give you a close-up of the unsliced hunk of wonderfulness.

Dee-lish!

A WATERCOLOR SKY AND ???

Mother Nature has had her paintbrush out again.

The latest from Wacky Wally:

Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom.

ADIOS, 2020

SLAP-HAPPY SATURDAY

Lacking any wisdomatical thoughts to blog about today I resorted to a blogger's fallback.

My photo files.

In a true Sisyphean manner, I began to push the boulder of inspiration.

And I came up with this:

The ugliest dog in the world, as we named him after he slunk up to us on a beach in Mexico.

Unless I'm wrong, he's one of a variety of hairless dogs known as Xoloitzuintles.

They are celebrated in ceramic in the state of Colima where they are known as Colima Dogs.

They've been found in burial sites in both the Toltec and the Mayan cultures.

But they were also considered to be delicacies at the dinner table so you might wonder why these two are dancing.

This guy, a dear departed member of the BRD's family, obviously is not one of the hairless variety.

Perhaps on the same night that picture was taken, one of his housemates had found the perfect place for a nap.

Jet is still with her, a dark presence in the family.

Speaking of dark, these two seemed not only to be dark but in the dark, puzzling over a birdbath fountain in Crosstown Lori's front yard.

At our birdbath, a couple of house finches were more delicate in satisfying their thirst.

But another avian visitor seemed to be saying, "Hey!  It's a bird bath, isn't it??!!"

Well, all of this work just to get a blog post has me positively exhausted.

So I'm just going to go back to mulling the peculiarities of this sultry Saturday.