Something Was Funny...Or Musical



The Resonant Life

 I'm pretty sure that one of us was singing in this picture. A picture truly is worth a thousand words.

I was once in the New Bedford Whaler's Museum (Massachusetts) and I distinctly remember the paintings in their gallery...mostly beautiful oil paintings. One painting, in particular, stood out; it was of a man sitting with his mouth open. It looked very odd. Not pretty, though it was expertly painted. I was told that people would be painted with their mouths open if they were the 'village idiot' or a little slow.

Now, my Mom was singing in the picture. Me? Well...

Satis Fack Shun

Narrowleaf 6:00 a.m.

Mick and Keif can't get no satisfaction. Me? I can....through gardening. Perhaps my agricultural days are happily haunting me. Perhaps all those years of walking past, and sometimes through, my father's gardens in Brighton Court are being revisited.

Whatever the case, I'm immensely satisfied when I look out my windows and/or stroll around my property. It's makes me happy.

If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.

Chipweena ODs

Furry hummingbird?

Well, the hummingbird feeder worked better than expected. Not only did it attract hummingbirds, but also chipmunks! Chipweena took a shining to the sugar water and she's now in a veterinary hospital in a diabetic coma. How was I to know that Chipweena was diabetic??

I'm going to let Chipweena 'dry out' before I reload the feeder. I need to figure out a way to keep Chipweena on the wagon (away from the feeder). I may have to remount the feeder. At this point, I have to ask myself....WWJJAD?

What Would John James Audubon Do?

Royal Ascot

Princess Wendy (left) and the Queen Mother-in-law

Just a reminder that Royal Ascot takes place on Saturday, June 23 in England. Prepare to don your most outrageous hat and mingle with lords, ladies, dames and sirs, as well as with royalty and those of the bored leisure class.

Me? I'd be wearing a Green Bay Packers cheesehead if I rested my saddle at Ascot. Truth be told I'm not a big fan of horses, though they can be enjoyed properly when marinated and grilled.

Hi ho Silver, away...to the Hibachi.

Sassy Scottish Lassy

Me Mootha

We've seen the dark side of Alzheimer's and we're likely to see more. We've also seen the bright side. In our case, it has not been all doom and gloom...far from it.

My Mom has a lively sense of humour and she can deliver one-liners like no other. She can deliver them in both official languages, somehow, though she's never studied French.

On top of this she also speaks old Scottish. De ya ken that?

Walk A Milliner In My Hat

'Cute' doesn't even begin to describe me.

To be a leisurologist/son/husband/father, you have to wear a lot of hats. To be a goofball, you only need to wear two. Here I am wearing two of my Mom's many hats, as she looks on. I think I look like a cross between Steven Tyler and Queen Liz la deuxieme. Though, maybe I just look like me.

Dodging Bullets On The Croquet Pitch

Dr.Evil?

Well, I managed to win a croquet battle against Randy, Jenn, Sue, Sean and Rachel on the weekend. I narrowly won the match as Randy had a chance to gun me down at the end but the bullet went astray. Whew.

Kudos to Sean for setting up a challenging course.