THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well friends and neighbors, here we are.

Only four days left before the truly wonderful event occurs: no more political ads on television!

And speaking of haunting, tomorrow is Halloween.

I hope you mark the occasion with frights, candy and safe celebrations.

I am celebrating my very first Zoom session with some friends yesterday.

Awkward on my part but ultimately successful.

So let's get on with it today - my weekly attempt to cheer everybody up!

And finally, one Wacky Wally sent me awhile back and then Carol the Comic sent it to me again this morning, so they both get credit for it.

(How's that for ducking my responsibility?)

Yeah, I knew you'd love it.

That's it for this week, Gentle Readers.

Have a great holiday, a fantastic weekend and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

TANKING UP

 We had a pre-Halloween visitor this morning.

The notorious black cat who allegedly terrorizes Matty came by for a drink before continuing his nefarious neighborhood rounds.

He always seems very thirsty as he spends a long time at the kitty tank drinking.

But finally sated, he first looks right . .

. . then left . .

. . and then he leaps to the top of the wall and he's gone.

A HARD FROST IS GONNA FALL

 It had to happen, sooner or later.

The overnight temperature dropped suddenly into the mid 20's F.

The result - frozen plants.

The Serrano and Shishito Pepper plants - history.

And the tomato plant, the same in spite of being wrapped with a flannel sheet.

The master gardener harvested what she could and we'll see what happens.

Actually we used a green tomato or two as a substitute for a tomatillo in an avocado salsa we brewed up in the blender and it was pretty darned good.

And there were some survivors - the hardy Marigolds planted to protect the tomatoes from insects.

And our basil plant seems to have mostly survived the frigid night.

And so to bed, waiting for Spring and new growth.

THEY'RE COMING!

 

IT'S COMING!

I bet you thought I meant Election Day!

BLUE ON BLUE

 So you thought Mr. Robin was a testy splasher!

Well, he has competition from a big bluejay.

He got right into the water and seemed to be captivated by his own reflection before doing something that makes me cringe.

DON'T DRINK THE BATH WATER!

But then, thirst slaked, he got onto it, splashing merrily.

After every incident of revelry from a bluejay or a robin, I feel like I have to refill the bird bath.

But Mr. Jay doesn't care.

He just admired his reflection one more time before darting off.

THE CYNIC

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, now, I betcha thought I'd never get here.

It's my memory.

See what I mean?

But now that I AM here, let's get on with the humor, shall we?

And with that horrific pun, I will slink back to my dark den of desultory destruction, departing drearily to dreamland, doting on dreams of days past of dining in delicatessens and other diversions.

But before I go let me wish you all a spectacular weekend and leave you with this thought: there are only 11 days to go!

Oh, yes, and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . . oh, not quite yet, pussycat.)

I RULE

 A big plump robin happened by the other day and decided our bird bath was just what he needed.

He settled in for a nice solitary soak.

But being a robin, basking is not enough.

They like to splash about, throwing water right and left.

This attracted the attention of another frequenter of the spa - a mourning dove.

He (or she) seemed to be thinking/saying, "What are you doing in my bath/drinking fountain?"

The dove fluttered around, trying to scare the robin away but to no avail.

It even fluttered directly over Mr. Robin, flapping wildly.

Did this work, you ask?

Nope. Mr. Robin just seemed to ignore the interloper.

So the dove gave up and went to the kitty pool down below for his drink while that big fat devil continued to monopolize the fountain.

What occupies YOUR minds during the pandemic, eh?

STYLE

 I did a load of laundry the other day which included my favorite pair of blue jeans.

When I pulled them out of the dryer I found for the first time the ravages of them having been worn every day for weeks.

Two spots on one leg very near to each other and very near to wearing completely through the denim!

I showed them to SWMBO sadly, bemoaning the loss and opining that I'd soon have to have a new pair and agonizing over breaking them in.

So did she put her arm around my shoulders and coo "there, there" to me?

Au contraire!

Instead she said, "A little more wear and you'll be able to ask $150 for those on eBay!"

Holy smokes, what a concept!

I checked around.

She may be right!

And that's why I call her She Who Must Be Obeyed.

CURIOUS MONDAY

 The Donald Trump presidential campaign is coming to the Prescott airport for a noon-time rally today.

That's only a few miles from where I'm sitting and nearly abutting where the BRD lives.

It's also in a county that is overwhelmingly Republican.

Which makes me wonder why, with only 15 days left before the election, he's spending the time in a place that he is certain to win.

But there's a lot I don't understand.

Meantime, at the Blue Bird Bath . . .

FROM THE TAYLOR FAMILY BAKERY

 

Lemon Pie ala Judy

SILENT SATURDAY