Kimo on October 3, 2019
Kimo on July 15, 2020
QBurger on July 15, 2017 (https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2017/7/pairs)
Filling Phillys on July 15, 2020
Neighborhood Bar on March 6, 2020
Neighborhood Bar on July 15, 2020 (the address has been updated)
I don’t know what type of lilies these are. I’m pretty sure we got them as a collection from Brecks, but that was years ago, and Brecks doesn’t offer anything that looks like these lilies on their website.
Ladybug on a daisy.
This lily is part of the collection, the same type of lily in a different color.
Black-Eyed Susan with a wasp.
Rio Samba
Woodhouse toad and paw prints on the edge of the Rio Grande.
A cormorant was being silly, sunning himself on a stick in the Rio Grande while watching the kayaks float by.
“Hey, y’all do I look like a dragon, or what?”
The forecast for Corrales was for 105º F (40.6º C). Our thermometer, which was in the shade at 16:18, showed 103.9º F (39.95ºF). The weather app on my phone showed 106º F (41.1º C) at 16:24. The air was dry at 17% humidity outside. It was hot and dry enough that the water feed into our evaporative air-conditioner could not keep up with the evaporation rate. The water level would fall below the pump’s inlet, so it could not pump water up to the pads until the water filled the base back up enough for the pump to suck up water and send it to the pads, where the water would evaporate quickly, and the water level would fall below the pump’s inlet again. If the water wouldn’t have been evaporating faster than the water filling the base of the cooler, the temperature in the house would have been 5 to 10 degrees cooler.
So what do the kitties do when the temperature is over 100º F outside? They lie around inside where the temperature 22 degrees cooler than outside.
Sasha cooling off on the base of the treadmill.
Marble stretched on the box on the table on the treadmill.
Loki giving me that “You’re bothering me boy!” look on the self in front of the treadmill.
Loki ignoring the paparazzo to concentrate on an electrifyingly cool nap.
Spunk discovered that lying in a small box in front of the cooler increased the airflow.
Silver in his favorite box on the table.
By the back door of my office in Downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I made this parody back in 2017. Inchcock did a post recently on memories about when he was in the hospital after he had a stroke. The post made me think of all the getting out and walking about Nottingham Inchcock did before and after his stroke, up until he was put in home jail where he’s been locked up in solitary confinement for months due to the COVID cooties. Of course, being placed in solitary confinement with much less access to medical services increases his risk greatly, but good old Inchcock takes his pain in stride and presses on entertaining us with the daily details of his dealings with life in solitary confinement.
A Day in the Life of Inchcock
Music by the Beatles
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Great pain, high spirits today oh boy
A lucky man standing by the Methodist Church
I think I should be rather sad
But I just had to laugh
I took the photograph
Out the window, mind you houses and cars
Off to Sherringham for shots, so quick, times have changed
Nicole the nurse she just stood and stared
Trying to stop my blood
Was this really it
Was I off to see the Lord
A Whoopsiedangleplop today oh boy
The phone went off a dingling and a dangling
T’was the nurse bitching about my ambling
‘You’re not in your Flat?’
And you don’t have the book
I’d love to turn you Down
Got back, had a Weeee!
Refreshed, and accident-Free!
Got back out front and had a cup
Doorbell rang and I noticed it was late
It was the Nurse she had no hat
Up the lift in seconds flat
She had a firm, tight end that was smokin’ hot
She poked me in the tummy and I came out of my dream…
Great pain, high spirits today oh boy
Four thousand holes poked in me tummy there were
Although the holes where rather small
I couldn’t count the lot
We still don’t know how many holes it takes to fill old Inchcock
I’d love to turn you Down
Daddy Owl silhouetted at dusk
Last night there was not much of a sunset, but daddy owl flew up on a tree well after sundown so we could see him in silhouette. He stayed on the tree until I was able to walk around where I could get him in profile in the afterglow. An Osprey flew overhead and then a beaver was out basking in the twilight on the east bank of the river.
Daddy Owl in profile at twilight
Osprey overhead
Beaver basking in the twilight
Beaver on the east bank grooming at twilight
A thunderstorm rolled through around round 8:00 pm. We didn’t think there was going to be much of a sunset, but the skies began to clear as the sun slipped behind the horizon which produced a wonderfully red sky as darkness crept in all around us.
Off Center & Not Even 