Banana Bread (with Walnuts and Coconut).
Saturday, July 3, 2021
Friday, July 2, 2021
THE FRIDAY FUNNIES
To those of you who join me in being confused about what day it is, it's Friday.
Once again.
And I and my crack team of humorologists have been hard at work excavating some items from the Inner Web to titillate and amuse you.
So let us proceed.
And with that, fine friends and fanatic followers, I shall finalize this week of friskiness and folly and put a "finis" on it.
Now, let's all get out there this weekend and have a Fabulous Fourth.
Well at least those of y'all in the Yew-nited States of Amurrica.
I invite the rest of you to also have a great weekend.
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
Thursday, July 1, 2021
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
RE-THINKING
The birds that visit our back yard are a constant source of pleasure and ofttimes amusement.
For example, this sequence involving one of the doves.
I first spotted him on the wall contemplating a brief flight to the birdbath for a drink.
I grabbed a camera and was rewarded with this shot as he changed his mind, midflight.
Rather than landing, he aborted his mission and flew back to the wall.
I'm not sure what frightened him but a bit later I saw another dove marching around on the ground and the sight of a potential competitor may have been the reason.
At any rate, he sat on the wall for awhile before flying away.
Dare I ask if his mien depicted consternation or embarrassment?
Monday, June 28, 2021
SMOKE
Firefighters are slowly, very slowly, getting a handle on the Raphael fire north of here.
We are in no danger except for the incredibly smoky skies.
Here's what it looks like this afternoon.
Sunday, June 27, 2021
A NEW SCOTT
We had a visit recently from Judy's firstborn, Scott, from Indiana.
We often say that he looks different each time we see him and this year was certainly no different.
Saturday, June 26, 2021
Thursday, June 24, 2021
Saturday, June 19, 2021
NEW SEATING
When you get to be our age (the 80's, for those who care) life becomes somehow more simple.
The Wisdomatics would have you believe otherwise.
They'd say things like "Do you have a will?" or "Who's going to take care of you?" or "What will you do if you have to go to a hospital?" or some blather like that.
But if, like us, you're in "fairly" good health and most of your bills are paid and you have an excellent family provider in the neighborhood, your cares become much smaller.
Like, "Damn, these chairs are uncomfortable!"
We bought them less than ten years ago but for some reason the padding on our derrieres seems to have thinned in that time.
They were patio chairs, part of what SWMBO insists is called a Bistro Set.
But they were metal, hard like steel, and the pads on them had ceased to provide comfort.
Plus the arm-rails were harder than they used to be.
Do you know what I mean?
So she began "researching".
(That's what she insists on calling "shopping.")
And she found some plastic Adirondack chairs at a local store and sent me to buy them.
Which I did.
But when they arrived, after a day or so of trying them, she found that not only are they difficult to drag these old bones out of, they were still a tad less than comfortable to our backsides.
So she "researched" some more and found some chair pads.
Which arrived today, delivered to our door, thank you very much, retailer.
And here, without further ado, though I have wasted much "ado" up until now, they are.
Friday, June 18, 2021
THE FRIDAY FUNNIES
Didya miss me?
Sorry I wasn't here yesterday but I had lunch with the BRD and as oft happens when we get together I just lost all touch of time.
Well it's been awhile.
There's been a pandemic.
I've been kept in my home.
And there was some really good beer in that alehouse.
So gimmee a break, willya?
All right, enough of that Bowery Boys language.
Let's get on with what you *all* came here for - the pre-weekend phunnies.
First off, for my pal Jager, who is celebrating (?) his 76th birthday today:
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
SWEET
It is time to indulge with guilt or shame.
Today is National Fudge Day!
This is one cloyingly sweet treat on which She Who Must Be Obeyed and I disagree.
She cannot abide the deliciousness of this (usually) wintry treat and I love it.
Which makes a certain Christmas gift that arrives every year mine, all mine!
When I was a wee lad in Frozen North Dakota there was always plenty of fudge produced from the kitchen of my mother, as well as mothers all around town.
So I grew up eating Chocolate Fudge.
And the snow white and even sweeter Divinity.
And a sort of butterscotch flavored one called Penuche.
I have recently learned that SWMBO dislikes butterscotch too.
This revelation came as she was tucking into a bowl of Heath Bar Ice Cream, which is described as "chunks of real HEATH bar nestled in toffee-flavored Breyers with a sweet caramel swirl for a dessert that can't be beat."