Sunday, October 31, 2021

All Hallows...

 

...came early this year...by decree of exactly whom, I wist not.

Whatever cabal conspires in the dark, dank confines of tendentious oligarchy decreed our town would observe trick or treat on October 30th, not the 31st per usual.

We checked with a couple of neighbors to be sure, then hoisted the Jolly Roger...



...and forged ahead with our preps...

Karen checking out Big Frank

...one day earlier than normal.

Good thing we did, too, because they were right, and for whatever reason we had more trick or treaters than ever who dared our infamous "walk of fear".



Ok, so it's not all that scary...

I see a heartwarming story of a boy and his dog here


...just a little spooky at times...



...and it was funny listening to the kids oohing and ahhing as they came up the sidewalk.



One little boy told us he'd decided not to be scared this year...a repeat customer, apparently.

your hosts for the evening:  Mr. & mrs. Frank n. stein


Treat in hand, they seemed to enjoy their exit almost as much as their entrance.



And as always, the adorable Mr. Bolts rode shotgun over the festive activities...


...ensuring everyone minded their P's & Q's.  (I'll be honest, I had no idea he knew the alphabet.)

All in all, a successful evening.

Now to put all this stuff  away.

Where are the servants...



...when you need them?


Remember the friend from work who got to visit Hawaii for free?

long time Seattle resident


Oops, wrong pic...hold on a sec...

Steve and his posse

...there we go (who, me?  jealous?)

Well, he sent along a few more beautiful pics of his fabulous island getaway, to wit...











That has to be one of the most spectacular places in all of God's creation.

Very kind of Steve to share it with us, but next year I'm disguising myself as luggage...



...and going with them.


Can hardly believe I'm writing this, but I may have a shocking announcement soon...



...re: hickory golf.

Stay tuned.


Time for a brisk tango...



...through the parting shots department...

mood lighting at our Halloween after party...



...while we relaxed with this clever Australian series.




more scenic sunsets at the lake courtesy of Larry...









...and Mr. Blue Heron strolling by.




halloween appropriate comics...










...and my work space



We're now officially at the top of the super slide to the end of the year so b
uckle up...



...and don't blink...it'll be that time...



...before you know it.


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Saturday, October 23, 2021

If Envy Was A Penny...


...I'd be rich...behold
 Hawaii, where a friend from work got to visit for free as a guest of some generous and well-to-do folks he met while playing tournament tennis.

That's the view from their balcony...here's where they stayed...


...along with a view of the grounds...


...and one of the secluded beaches they enjoyed.



He's promised to send along some more pics soon.

If he does I'll share them, accompanied by some snide commentary ("oh yeah?  well at least in my pool I won't get eaten by a hammerhead shark!  Karen, can you fetch my inflatable ducky thingy?").

Note to self:  in my next life, learn to play tennis, not hickory golf.



But speaking of hickory golf, I attempted that par 3 course again with decidedly lackluster results.

In fact, the results were so lackluster there's been a complete...



...so no pics today.



(ok, enough with the wild cheering...that's just rude.)

The only thing of interest (to me, anyway) was my tee shot on #3 that landed in a sand trap (not a shock since there are 3 of them surrounding the green).

amen


Ergo, I had a chance to put into practice what I'd learned from watching several you tube videos.

According to the pros, there's quite a bit to it...open stance, ball even with the front foot, weight forward, aim left of your target, 75% swing, hit the sand not the ball...my head hurt just thinking about it.

Thankfully I found one that simplified things for the average duffer.

It said this:

Take your stance so the spray of sand you're about to create will go where you want it to.

Sounds simple enough.

In other words, you don't have to twist yourself into a pretzel; use common sense and eyeball it like you would any other shot.

Then swing your sand wedge (or in my case, niblick) smoothly and firmly so you strike the sand, not the ball.

And waddyaknow?

That worked pretty well.

I blasted out of the sand trap and onto the green, almost like I knew what I was doing.

That's not to say I'm now an expert; far from it.

To that end, next spring there will be a couple of new greens in my backyard (bringing the total to 5), along with several sand traps where the grass is thin and patchy anyway.


2nd green


...here...

3rd green


...and here...

4th green



Karen says I'm just doing this so I'll have less lawn to mow, a benefit that I admit did not escape my notice.

By this time next year I hope to be rubbing my hands together with glee whenever I land in a sand trap...


...or at least not cursing under my breath like I do now.



Ok, you've suffered enough...time for some parting shots...

Larry's back at his cottage enjoying life at the lake...




...including wildlife like this pileated woodpecker...




...and this obviously terrified squirrel (Dorian Gray, according to Larry).




or any other kind for that matter



time to build some trick or treat bags...




...and almost time to drain the lagoon.




I thought cats didn't like water...?




Did you happen to see the train wreck that was CNN's town hall with JB?

At one point - due to an apparent brain freeze - he held this clenched fists pose so long I wondered if he'd become catatonic.



That was just one of many bizarro behaviors and wandering answers provided during this clown show.

An obviously uncomfortable Anderson Cooper acted as more of a nurse maid than moderator.

Many times Cooper had to prod his patient's failing memory and guide him back to the question JB was allegedly answering.

Not sure what the intent was of this town hall meeting for which no one was clamoring, but the result of it was this:

It's crystal clear the lights are on but nobody's home, and it sure ain't JB who's running the country.

I miss the days when we were a functioning constitutional republic.

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