YET ANOTHER CASE OF DESTINATION INDECISION FOR PHEEBS AND I THIS MORNING

LUCKILY KELLY SPOTTED THIS MORNING’S SETTING MOON JUST BEFORE IT DISAPPEARED BEHIND A ROCKY RIDGE WEST OF OUR HOUSE

Once again muddled up with destination indecision Pheebs and slowly floundered our way down to the end of Ghost Town Road again.  Left or right??  We turned right out highway 71 and after only a few miles reached the highway 93 overpass.  Pulled over trying to make up my mind where to go from there.  Straight ahead about 15 miles was Aguila but we’ve been out that-away twice this past week.  Right on 93 would take us in a round about way to Baghdad and left would take us south straight to Wickenburg.  After a few seconds thought I decided it was too nice a morning to wreck my day by doing battle with all the metal maniac monsters racing up and down 93 so we made a U-turn and headed back to Congress.

Poked ourselves around some of Congress’s back streets for awhile.  Congress roads are made up of some really nice homes with beautiful southwest landscaping mixed in with absolute junk yards.  It just seems to be the way of the West when it comes to dusty little desert towns.  I’ve never understood some people’s need to drag home old junky cars, refrigerators, washers, old decrepit trailers, and just about anything else that looks like junk to clutter up their properties.  I guess there’s a lot of things I don’t understand. 

SPOTTED ONE OF THE LOCALS SITTING OUT HAVING A SMOKE

THIS SANDY DESERT ROAD RUNS ALONG THE WEST SIDE OF THE RAILWAY TRACKS RIGHT IN CONGRESS AND IF I WERE TO HAWK OUT GOOD GOOBER I COULD PROBABLY NAIL A TRAIN CAR GOING BY ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE……IF THERE WAS A TRAIN GOING BY THAT IS

It was only 9:30 and I knew if we went home too early it would only make for a longer day in the long run so Pheebs and I headed out to the end of Ghost Town Road for a walk around one of the old cemeteries but not the older pioneer one.  I have taken a lot of photos in the Congress Cemetery over the past 5 winters but I always seem to notice new things I hadn’t seen before each time I go.

NOTICE THE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS

JUDGING FROM THE WORDS ON THIS STONE I SUSPECT THIS PERSON WAS A MILITARY PILOT

HUSBAND, FATHER, COWBOY………AND IN THAT ORDER TOO!!

THE AMERICAN FLAG HAD BLOWN OVER AND WAS LAYING IN THE SAND SO I SLIPPED THROUGH THE GATE AND SET IT BACK UP

I’M JUST GUESSING BUT I THINK A LOT OF TREES HAVE BEEN REMOVED FROM THIS CEMETERY SINCE I WAS LAST HERE

 

 

I WILL HAVE THE SECOND HALF OF THIS MORNING’S CEMETERY PHOTOS IN THURSDAY’S POST

We slipped over to see our friends John (Sarge) and Jackie King this afternoon but Jackie had gone to town.  John and a retired mechanic friend of his were busy trying to get John’s 1953 Hudson Hornet running.  John had trustingly taken his Hudson to a company in Phoenix earlier this year to have it restored but the company suddenly folded up and to make a long story short John finally got his Hudson back stripped of paint and in pieces.  It’s a big project for him now trying to put his beloved Hudson back together.  Today John and his friend who’s name I have forgotten were working on getting the engine to run.  By the time we left they weren’t having much luck.  We first met John and Jackie back in January of 2009 and you can see their beige and green 53 Hudson the way it used to look before the restoration place totally messed it up. SERGEANT JOHN AND HIS HUDSON HORNETS 

 

THIS IS ‘SARGE’ AND THESE TWO ARE ALWAYS GLAD TO SEE EACH OTHER:))

 

WELL YOU KNOW JOHN I THINK WE SHOULD PUT A DIESEL ENGINE IN ER

DAMN I KNOW I DROPPED MY WRENCH IN HERE SOMEWHERE!!

ON HIS IPOD JOHN POINTS OUT A 1951 KAISER SEDAN HE MAY BE IN POSSESION OF SOON

JOHN ALSO HAS A SPARE 1951 HUDSON HORNET SAFELY TUCKED AWAY WITH A 24 HOUR SECURITY DETAIL ON BOARD BELOW

Sometimes words just seem to fly off my keyboard with the greatest of ease and other times I sit here for the longest periods of time staring at a blank screen with an even blanker mind.  The harder I try to un-blank myself the more blanker I seem to get.  Took me half an hour to put this simple paragraph togehter.  I think I better go lay down now……………..

THIS IS A SEQUENCE OF 8 PHOTOS SHOWING THIS MORNINGS MOON SETTING

GROANER’S CORNER:(( A Few Ways To Confuse Santa At Christmas::

- Instead of milk and cookies, leave him a salad, and a note explaining that you think he could stand to lose a few pounds.
- While he's in the house, go find his sleigh and write him a speeding ticket.
- Leave him a note, explaining that you've gone away for the holidays. Ask if he would mind watering your plants.
- Leave a note by the telephone, telling Santa that Mrs. Claus called and wanted to remind him to pick up some milk and a loaf of bread on his way home.
- Leave Santa a note, explaining that you've moved. Include a map with unclear and hard-to-read directions to your new house.
- Instead of ornaments, decorate your tree with Easter eggs. Dress up like the Easter Bunny. Wait for Santa to come and then say, "This neighborhood ain't big enough for the both of us."

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Christmas: The time when everyone gets Santamental.

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The judge asked the defendant what he was charged with.  "Doing my Christmas shopping early," was the reply.  "That’s not illegal!. How early were you shopping?"  "Before the store was open."