Monday, January 10, 2022


"And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world"

MAD WORLD  Peter Buka Cover   Volume up and enjoy.

MAD WORLD  Janet Devlin Cover



METALLIC CAT    For Yellowstone fans. The horse in the stall, last episode S4? 

Notice loose reins with riders one hand on horses mane and other hand on saddle horn.



I have a folder on my desk top this week labeled misc. I am finding photos my mother kept and in her passing years ago, I put many of her saved photo over the years into large folders. This week I am finding in those folders, photographs I have taken and photos others have taken. They range over a long period of years. 

These photos bring stories to the surface and many have caused me pause. Time in life now to ponder, wonder and reflect. 

So, some photos and stories, none of which are connected other than all have passed through my life. They are fresh in my memory early this new year.

Mom when she was young.

Guessing this was taken in the early 1930's.

From my mother to my father, written on the back of the photo above.

Your one and only. (I hope) Love me and remember me. 

 X X X X & more.”

If I had a million, I'd give you half. You are my people. I love you.

I must admit, that in all of my years, I never knew that mother was "a looker." All of my years she was mom and mother. I saw her age naturally and get old. 

But now in the scanning and looking back of family photos do I see the beauty in her that surely caught my dad's eye. There are so many photos (before me) while they were dating and in their young married lives that depicts their love for each other; their youth.

I wish I knew the history behind the above photo. My mother would have loved telling me of stories of this day and era, had I only asked.

Good size Bristol Bay salmon and a good days catch. 

My father in the early 1940's salmon fishing in Bristol Bay, Alaska. He told me that he earned a penny a fish and after 4 months of being gone from his "Dora", would return home with around $1100 after expenses. Just a little more money than the average yearly salary earned in those days.

Two men fishing crew and sail boat in Bristol Bay, early 1940's.  Gillnets hand fed over board and then hand pulled onto the boat. Photo most likely taken by my father in the boat he was fishing in. 



Zoomed in.

Photo from iPhone and taken a year ago by Mrs. neighbor.


Pork roast taking us into the new year. A Boston Pork Butt (bone in). Fat side up, salt and pepper only, a drizzle of olive oil and splash of chicken broth on the bottom of the Pyrex dish. Covered in foil and oven cooked 7 hours at 250 degrees F.   

This photo taken day 3 dinner. Flavor from the first serving and only improved. Inexpensive cut of meet. The last leftovers turned into pulled pork with BBQ sauce on a toasted bun. 

Diets now. This meal is all legal with a small portion of potato. Salads and so forth till 30 pounds are gone. I do not miss the sweets, but the pasta, rice and bread. Now just memories. 



Leaving Miami for Key Largo. Water ways look busy.

Sun Set


Project(ing) a new work bench with table-saw built-in. Will share. 

Freezing weather comes and goes. Rain also. Lemon trees stressing and the cats prefer to sleep much of these cold days away snugged in their beds. 

Thanks for the visit. Will leave you with this which is FOR THE GREATER GOOD! 

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