TWINS

This back-to-back posing started years ago. 

Back when our fraternal twin grandchildren graduated from high school in Colorado.

That's Christina (Christy) on the left and Russell (Rusty) on the right.

It was taken in (probably) 1998.

Then let the calendar pages riffle quickly some 4 years later and we catch up with a more mature pair.

Christy had gone to college in Israel and Rusty was on leave from the military.

And now?

Wow, what a difference another 21 years can make.

It's difficult to imagine these very accomplished grandkids are the same people.

But these back to back poses confirm the story.

And the years!

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Oh yes, oh yes, it's that TGIF day again!

I know how you all struggle through the week just counting the minutes until it is once again Friday and you can break out into uproarious laughter once again.

Well, I have a sad announcement.

I have come to the end of my strength and the Friday Funnies are hereby decommissioned.

That is, put to rest.

Over.

Sorry.

Okay?

Oh, hahahahaha, I was just kidding!

Here they come.

Will those Trek-sters never stop?

As they keep coming in from my crew of co-collaborators, I don't think they will.

Well now, just endeavor to enjoy an exciting, exhilarating, efficacious, enviable, electrifyingly emotional weekend.

But don't get enervated.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . oh yes, deep thoughts indeed . .)

COUNTING

 The other day Red, up there in cold cold cold Alberta, Canada, had a post that noted his blog counter had topped one million views.

Now that's an amazing figure and I believe I commended him for it.

And for sticking with his blog since he started it in 2008.

But it got me thinking so I went in search of the stats on my own blog because it's been running continuously since 2008 itself.

Actually I found that I started blogging in 2006 but I quit a couple of times and erased my posts so they only go back to 2008.

Well, lo and behold, as of today my 4,367 posts have been viewed an amazing 1,139,898 times!

But of all those views, only 35,284 comments!

C'mon folks, stop lurking and start commenting, even if it's only to say hello.

I don't know how many of those viewers were spammers or hackers.

And I try to filter them out.

But the whole thing kind of makes me weary when I look at those numbers.

And speaking of which, we had a visit yesterday from two great-granddaughters whom we had never had the opportunity to meet before.

They are Alexis, age 9, and Cadence, age 7.

They came with their parents from Tennessee, via a visit with their aunt in Mesa, just down the hill a ways from us.

I am wearing a red sweater for a very special reason.

Both girls, their mother and their father are all redheads.

Though as I noted, my grandson . . a truly young man . . already is showing some gray in his beard.

But the young-uns (well, they're ALL young-uns to us) were great fun to meet and enjoy.

Part of the blasted aging process that sometimes makes it all worthwhile.

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SPRING, SPRANG, SPRUNG

 

Okay, you can ring those bells - Spring has officially sprung.

As you may be able to tell it arrived with a pre-April shower here in paradise.

But at least now I can stop harping on the subject and lean back and enjoy it.

Judy saw a mockingbird yesterday and I saw a robin soon after.

'Twon't be long now.

LATEST FROM THE BAKERY

 Just to inform those of you who might have been worried about the apparent lack of reports from our kitchen, the Taylor Family Bakery was in full production mode today.

At Judy's behest, I started things off with a try of very dark Brownies and she followed up with a double batch of sugar cookies, half topped with sprinkles, the other half with Turbinado sugar.

That should take care of our sweet tooth (teeth?) for awhile.

IS IT SPRING YET?

 After a terrifically hard rain a couple of nights ago, yesterday was sunny and bright as the mercury soared into the middle 50's here in la-la-land.

I came out of my cave in mid-afternoon to find SWMBO had repaired to the side patio to sweep and to put a few things in order amongst the mess.

As I opened the slider door she greeted me with "I think it's warm enough to have our cocktails out here."

It's usually me who rushes to open the bar so it caught me by surprise when she beat me to it.

"What would you like?", I asked.

"Whiskey", said she.

Not "Red-Eye" but close enough.

So I hastened to pour before she changed her mind and soon we were ensconced in our chairs in the sunlight rejoicing that we could stand the weather for our traditional toddies outdoors.

Actually in the direct sunshine it was quite comfortable.

And the Monja and the Blue Cat were waiting expectantly for us to get the darned birdbath up and provide them with some entertainment.

That will come in time.

But this was our first real taste (heh-heh) of the actual coming of Spring and it couldn't have been too soon.

I hope you all survived St. Paddy's Day and that the weather is improving where you are too.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Happy St. Patrick's Day!

There. I've gotten that out of the way.

Since I found out that my ancestry is not from Dublin but that it's mostly Norwegian, I don't have to celebrate this holiday any more.

Well, of course, there is that.

But seriously (heh-heh), what I do have to celebrate is Friday with a random selection of humor.

And just for you wearers of the green, I'll give you a couple of Irish flavored ho-ho's.

So that's all I got this week.

Well, I have a lot more but I'm not sharing them just yet.

What I am sharing is my wildest, wackiest, winteriest, wholehearted wish that you all have a wonderful weekend, with wineglasses in hand, wisecracks at the ready and that you willfully avoid wimpishness.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . awwww . .)

CAESAR & THE IDES

 It's a miserable, dark, rainy, cold day here on this middle of March.

And on this 15th of March, known as the Ides of March, one can't help but think of a man who legendarily lost his life on this day.

Julius Caesar was never an emperor but he was named the sole dictator of Rome in 46 B.C.E.

He only held the title for two years until his assassination on this day in 44 B.C.E.

He had a meeting with the Senators scheduled on that day and he went in spite of the pleas of his wife because of a prophecy by a seer, who claimed he would not live past the Ides.

In the end the prophecy came true as Caesar was stabbed 23 times by many of the Senators.

Later two of the assassins, Cassius and Brutus both committed suicide.

And to this day, thanks to William Shakespeare, we still have the expression, "Beware the Ides of March".

IT'S PIE DAY . . er, PI DAY

Today is International Pi Day - March 14th or 3.14.

Those are the first two digits of the mathematical constant of Pi, which is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, regardless of the size of the circle.

If that has you confused, just celebrate yet another holiday with a big piece of pie!

A NEW DAY, OR IS IT?

 

ART & LUNCH ROAD TRIP

 Last Thursday was a very big day for we Seniors.

We did a road trip to Scottsdale, 85 miles down the road.

It seemed like years since we'd been out of the house and, with the exception of trips to doctors, grocery stores and the nearby pond to view the ducks, I think it had been years.

At any rate, we traveled to see the Celebration of Fine Art show.

It's a huge tent show that runs for two months with artists on hand to show their work and chat with lookie-lews and (potential) buyers.

The art is awesome.

This picture of two of the patrons is a bit out of focus.

It shows the BRD and SWMBO taking a break and is fuzzy because of my love for French Impressionism.

(At least that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it.)

Speaking of fuzzy, we repaired from the art show to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

Well, all that walking does make one thirsty, you know, and we only had one beer each.

It was a very good day.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, hello there.

Have you missed me?

I've had a busy week which included a trip yesterday to Scottsdale.

More about that tomorrow, maybe.

I was made aware that a long ago friend, a guy I've known for over 60 years, is still with us on this planet although he recently became a nonagenarian

(That's somebody in their 90's and it means I now have at least two friends who've reached that age.)

My friend, let's call him Sam, says it's not bad once he learned how to spell it.

And he said, after I informed him of this highly valuable blog, that he enjoyed the funnies.

So let's not keep him, and y'all, waiting any longer.

So you joyful, jocular, jesting, jolly, justifiably judged juggernauts of juvenescence, the weekend is now up to you.

Treat it well and . . . always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . uh, oh . . .)