Another week, another day, another Friday.
I woke up this morning.
That's the good news.
Another week, another day, another Friday.
I woke up this morning.
That's the good news.
The Spanish word comida translates to food or meal or lunch or dinner or . . . .
Lots of things, it seems, but when we lived in Mexico and ever after we used/use it to mean the main meal of the day, more frequently eaten in our senior years in mid to late afternoon.
For example, tacos and/or tostadas.
This is a tostada for the ages.
From the bottom up then: a crispy tortilla, refried beans, ground beef with homemade taco seasoning, grated cheddar cheese, chopped tomatoes, avocado and shredded lettuce.
That may be gilding the lily but I was assured that it tasted great.
If a bit messy. (Where's the hose???)
😄😄😄
I call her The BRD, for Beautiful Rich Daughter.
I had to explain recently that she is not rich in the financial sense but she is certainly rich in artistic talent and in loving kindness.
She has volunteered at a food pantry, worked in hospice care and on election duties.
And, as this photo which she recently posted proves, she is most certainly beautiful.
This scene played out the other day.
There was another, fainter arc up there to the left but it doesn't show in this photo.
Just checking in to let you know we still have a sense of humor.
Well, those are the jokes, folks.
As for us, we're looking forward (HA!) to a move to new digs in early September.
An angel has shown a light.
Now youse guys get out there and have yourselves a riotously raucous weekend.
And always remember to keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
We have just been informed that the owner of our residence is going to put it up for sale.
Hence we will most likely have yet another move in our future.
Consequently we are going to be very busy for awhile and because of that I am putting Oddball Observations on an indefinite hiatus.
I thank you all for visiting, for reading and for occasionally commenting.
Though I thank the "lurkers", too, for just being there.
If you enjoy my usually mindless prattle I am always grateful.
So until the future becomes less of a muddy picture I bid you not goodbye but a simple TTYL or, if you're not into "text-speak" . . . later.
Yes, once again, I know what you're thinking.
"Monsoon? In Arizona? What the heck is he smokin' anyway?"
But it's true.
We do have a monsoon in Arizona.
Actually two of them.
One in the middle of the year, the summer monsoon.
And one toward the end of the year, the winter monsoon.
What monsoon means is that there is a change in the wind direction, which tends to bring in moisture to our state.
What rain we get . . granted, it's not much . . is preceded by towering clouds.
So here's what I saw the other day.
The BRD sent this picture of her cats, the lurking Mimi and the laconic Opal, this morning.
She called it "A break before resuming to zoomies."
I interpret "zoomies" to mean racing wildly around the house.
Yes, yes, I know, Gentle (and Faithful) Readers.
You've been thinking "Jeez, it's Friday, it's getting late, he hasn't posted since Tuesday, he IS pretty old, you don't suppose . . ."
Well you can't get rid of me THAT easy, friends and neighbors.
See it was a Dark and Stormy Night here in Paradise, i.e. Arizona.
Around midnight, and for a few hours following, the thunder thundered and the lightning flashed and the sky spat a tiny bit of rain and worst of all the wind blew.
We had the windows open for the expected cool night and around 4 a.m. my bedroom door was blown shut with a loud SLAM.
Which woke me up yet again.
So I opened it but then I had to go to the bathroom and while I was in there it slammed shut again.
Which woke Judy up again and she turned on the light to see if I was okay.
I gave up on a cool night and closed my window and we both struggled back to sleep.
And I woke a couple of hours later than usual this morning and it took me awhile to get my sleepy brains back together and that's why this is coming to you late today.
So . . .
It's finally here!
Yes, I made that word (above) up but I think by the end of this post you'll agree that it works just fine.
It begins with a visit recently by SWMBO to her offspring The BRD.
Now the BRD has always been an "animal person" but primarily a "cat person."
That is to say she's always had either or a dog or a cat or multiple cats or birds (who can forget those noisy zebra finches) in her households.
In her latest place she was, for a time, down to only one cat and she thought it needed a companion so she got a playful little white cat to keep the older one company.
But then she figured out that the little one was too playful for the older one so she got a third cat to keep them both company and to provide a play partner for the white one.
So Judy went over to Gayle's house a few days ago to meet the new cat.
Opal, the black cat, as Gayle says, "never met a stranger" so she immediately came out to greet Judy and find out what this was all about.
Judy had brought with her a big bag with some things for Gayle and once it was empty it was just sitting on the floor.
Too much for Opal to resist and she was quickly into it with one of her toys thrashing about while Mimi, the little white cat, looked on curiously.
Opal finally came up for air and to pose for her portrait.
The arrival of these two new cats has seemed to give Lilly, the older cat, new life and she came out to sit on the arm of a chair and watch all the wild activity of these two youngsters and to also greet SWMBO.
As Judy often remarks, "she has the sweetest face."
Meanwhile back here at Wistful Vista (does anyone remember "Fibber McGee and Molly"?), our rental cat Matty was up on the wall at the back of our property, stalking something he's unlikely to catch.
His family had been gone somewhere all last week so he'd been spending full days at our house and having to be physically put out at the end of the day.
Now that his humans are back we haven't seen hide nor hair of him for a few days.
And so ends this journey into the World of the Felines.
And probably you now know why I called this post "Catification".
"Will you still need me, Will you still feed me
When I'm Sixty-Four"
The guy who co-wrote and recorded that song back in 1967 is having another birthday today.
The former Beatle, Paul McCartney, turned 80 today.
NOW do you feel old?