Saturday, January 14, 2017

Agatha Christie



Agatha Christie is my favorite writer. My mother introduced me to her books when I was in grammar school and I've loved her writing ever since.








Saturday, December 31, 2016

Who Murdered The Snowman?



Something I've always wanted to do







I walk into my daughter's house and tell her I want to kill my granddaughters' snowman. She readily agrees and my son-in-law walks out with a butcher knife-no questions asked. And my other daughter takes pictures for me. Do I have a cool family or what?



A side note - as I was constructing the 'scene', a neighbor appeared in the adjacent yard. He sure got an eyeful!





Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of that witness...

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Big Foot Lives

I gotta stop walking down the street


For comparison purposes, my footprint is the circular blob in the top center of the picture
(and I wear a size 7)





So apparently Big Foot is real!


Monday, December 26, 2016

Walking down the street the other day, and what do I see?





'Six Geese A-Laying'





They must be geographically challenged!


Saturday, December 24, 2016

Monday, December 19, 2016

It's cold here in Chicago. Instead of visions of sugarplums, I'm envisioning the trip we took in (hot) July!


Grand Canyon










Monument Valley







Bryce Canyon





Such gorgeous scenery. I don't know why I waited so long to visit.



Wednesday, December 14, 2016

To continue the holiday mood, here's a repost for all you Dr. Who/Tom Baker fans!


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE DOOMSDAY

Twas the night before Doomsday, but all through outer space,
Not an enemy was visible, nothing seemed out of place.
The weapons were stored in the Tardis with care,
In hopes the White Guardian soon would be there.

My companions were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of jelly babies danced in their heads.
And Romana in her trench coat and I in my vest,
Knew that the Sontarans would soon make us stressed.

When out in the cosmos, there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed the sonic screwdriver to investigate the matter.
Away to the Earth, I materialized in a flash,
Levered open the door and prepared to be brash.

The moon was a crescent, hung low in the sky,
As our Intel claimed Sutekh soon would be by.
When what to my bulging, brown eyes should appear,
But a terrified Tegan, atremble with fear.

Next a convoy of trucks, clearly from UNIT,
Led by my friend, Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart.
Then the Daleks and Cybermen formed into groups,
So I whistled and shouted and yelled for my troops.

Now Nyssa! Now Leela! Now Sarah Jane Smith!
Come Adric! Come Harry! (Tegan was miffed.)
To the battleground forming, we must hatch a plan,
We need Benton and Yates and every last man.

As the Robot and Krynoid joined in with the Zygons,
The Time Lords chimed in “let bygones be bygones”
So into the mix we put up a good fight,
With temporal traps, gold dust and just plain old might.

As I gathered my forces with a big toothy smile,
K9 passed us by, to help out for a while.
And then into the fray, the Master appeared,
That consummate bad guy, the one that’s most feared.

The Master is here, my companions all cried!
Now head for the control room to stay safe inside.
We must think of a way and finally defeat him,
Or the galaxy faces a future most grim.

The Master harrumphed, as wily as a fox,
And gathered his minions around the police box.
His eyes – how they twinkled, his open mouth droll,
And the beard of his chin was as jet black as coal.

I reached in my pocket for something to do,
Pulled out a yoyo and racked my brain for a clue.
My scarf was in knots, my stomach it roiled,
We will find a way, the Master must be foiled.

Think quickly, Doctor! all my cohorts exclaim.
There must be a way to remove him from the game.
Just how to eliminate him is subjective,
To divide and conquer is our main objective.

Now the Master calls out, he wishes a truce,
It’s good news to hear, since K9’s out of juice.
I open the door and allow him inside,
Then set the controls to embark on a ride.

From deep within, the death knell reverberates,
The meaning is clear, a Time Lord regenerates.
Right at this moment, there’s no time to stand by,

But for whom the bell tolls, the Master or I?