OUR HOME SECURITY SYSTEM…PHEEBS & SPENCER
Couldn’t help but notice it was warmer in Bayfield Ontario this morning than it was here in Congress Arizona. But, no matter….wouldn’t trade places for 1 milli-second. I know what it looks like there with all the leaves off the trees & shrubs, gray days, & damp. And, I know winter is right round the corner waiting to pounce. Nope, give me the sunshine, the warm days, the mountains, valleys, canyons, forests, clear starry nights, & rolling deserts any day. Well, maybe not the hot desert areas in the summer time. Oh, & today’s temperatures here on sunny Ghost Town Road today…..77:))
BUTTERFLIES IN OUR SALVIA & ROSEMARY TODAY
Kelly & I headed off over to the Cactus Lady’s house this morning. First time I had been there & the first time I met Marge & Phil. Really nice folks with a really nice place. There is greenery everywhere including a small greenhouse. It is very apparent this is a labor of love for Marge as she & hubby Phil showed us around explaining all the various Cacti & other plants. Probably isn’t very much she doesn’t know about southwest gardening & everything that grows there. She gave us a bunch of cuttings so as soon as we arrived back home, I was busy with my gloves & shovel. I am a very lucky fellow to have things to do that I enjoy doing. As I have said before, give me a shovel, a pile of dirt & something to do & I am a happy guy.
FIGHTER JETS? NOPE, JUST UNCLE EBENEZER & AUNT MATILDA ON A COMMERCIAL FLIGHT FROM LA TO JFK
Sooooo nice to finally have continuous music in the house. Up to now we’ve just had a small radio with annoying local commercial radio stations or the TV with it’s tin can sound. Kelly found a Sirius Satellite Radio Boom Box on Ebay last week & after successfully bidding on it the Boom Box arrived via UPS Monday. She got a great deal. We weren’t long in plugging our Sirius Satellite radio in to the Boomer & filling the house from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, with relaxing ambient music. Channel 068 – ‘The Spa’. Our house now has it’s heart & my days are now complete. Oh how melodically sweet it is………..:))
THIS IS A GOOD BOOMER, GREAT SOUND QUALITY COMPLETE WITH A SUB WOOFER WHICH IS A MUST FOR ME…FOUND THAT EMPTY ‘HAVE GUN’ VCR TAPE JACKET IN AN OLD ABANDONED & TRASHED CABIN NEAR DESERT CENTER CALIFORNIA LAST FEBRUARY
Always thought Wikieup was a neat sounding word. It is an Indian phrase meaning, “conical house formed from cedar boughs using a single slope form.” There is also a small dusty little western town in Arizona called WIKIEUP. Think we’ll slide the Jeep out one morning this week & go have us a look at this old historical place with a rather neat-o sounding name. Wikieup, sounds like giddyup. Yeserieeee, we are in the wild, wild, west alright…… Wikieup, just kinda rolls off your tongue eh:))
The ongoing various stages of aging is a somewhat complicated thing at times. There is no precise ending of one stage & beginning of another. No line in the sand, no sudden change. The stages just simply meld together so one seldom knows if one has grown out of one phase & into the next phase or not. This is quite often made apparent to me when it comes to appetite.
Mornings seem to be my big feed bag time. The young boy inside let’s me know he is hungry. The teenager inside let’s me know he is ravenously hungry big time & it is this super charged teenage appetite which demands the volume of food to be consumed. And, this is where I get myself into trouble.
WE ARE AS SNUG AS 3 BUGS IN A RUG HERE
Saturday morning in Wickenburg, I got a big hungry going on so we stopped at the Country Kitchen. My inner teenager seized the menu & ordered something with a lot of volume to it. My middle age self knew better but went along with the idea anyway, leaving my current Senior self to try & eat absolutely everything the teen had ordered. Seeing's how my younger self was born in the mid 40’s, I am the product of that old ‘clean up your plate or else” generation!! So, you can see my dilemma with this aging thing. No way can my Senior tummy hold the volume of food my teen-age self thinks it needs. And with my young boys tummy trained to clean up my plate……well, no wonder I had a couple down days feeling like I had swallowed a cannonball. No, this aging process is not a simple thing at all & next time out I will probably turn right around & make the same old mistake all over again. No matter the age, I still fall victim to yummy in the tummy……teenage style:((
GROANER’S CORNER:(( And tonight, a few silly riddles…..
Q. What washes up on very small beaches? A. Microwaves
Q. Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long? A. Because then it would be a foot
Q. What is the best thing to take into the desert? A. A thirst aid kit
Q. What did one elevator say to the other elevator? A. I think I’m coming down with something
Q. What do you call an American drawing? A. A Yankee doodle
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