Dig those crazy puffballs.
The gods served up a cotton-ball sky for Herself’s mumble-mumble-th birthday this morning.
I immediately felt a kinship with this piece because she’s still cute
and he looks like shit.
They won’t be there for long — the forecast calls for gusty winds out of the SSW as Thor breaks out the old hammer for a little light touch-up work on Colorado.
As The Bug® still holds sway over the land, and we have not yet had our shots, the birthday festivities will be muted, as they were last year.
Herself and a colleague did manage to enjoy a socially distant cocktail and appetizers on some uptown bistro’s patio yesterday afternoon while I stayed home and cooked dinner (turkey tacos and arroz verde).
The other day we went shopping for a birdbath to keep the juncos hydrated and stumbled across the Dia de los Muertos talavera pictured above, a bride and groom sitting on a bench looking slightly stupified, probably from strong drink and/or unbridled lust.
Vato’s got a ticket to ride. Orrrrale.
As we both have March birthdays, it was a no-brainer — boom, two birthdays, one present, no waiting.
The couple matches the cyclist we have by the front door, so, bonus. You may remember El Señor from our Interbike coverage in days gone by.
Meanwhile, the phone rings off the hook it no longer has with calls from well-wishers. Later we will nosh on some delicious snacks and watch something silly on TV.
Par-tee, baybee. Not even The Bug® can stop us.
Tags: Birthdays, Dia de ls Muertos, Herself
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March 12, 2021 at 10:25 am |
Ha! Today is my husband’s birthday as well! Small world.
March 12, 2021 at 11:29 am |
Small world indeed. Happy happy joy joy to you and your husband. Anything special planned?
March 12, 2021 at 10:26 am |
Happy Birthday, Herself! Now, on to that old guy’s birthday in a couple weeks!
March 12, 2021 at 11:45 am |
Feh. That old dude? He’s had a ton of birthdays, too mean and dumb to fall over and make room for the young folks. If the Four Horsemen needed a fifth he’d probably sign up.
March 12, 2021 at 1:16 pm |
Happy Birthday to Herself! Treating yourselves to a present is a good thing – long may you both enjoy it! Daylight Savings Time coming up. Do you “need” it in Albuquerque? Are you a fan? It’s helpful in the summer evenings (July and August) in the Northeast. Con? Starts far too early and lasts far too long. Disruptive.
March 12, 2021 at 3:08 pm |
Thanks, Libby. I saw that couple perched on their bench and jumped on ’em like a dawg on a bone. I’m not much of a one for knick-knacks but I like the Dia de los Muertos stuff for some reason. Too much Grateful Dead in my misspent youth?
As for the time changes, I can’t say I’m a fan. I always forget ’em, which isn’t a problem now, but was when I still had, like, jobs, an’ stuff.
It does mean that Miss Mia Sopaipilla will be demanding breakfast at a more reasonable hour for a while, though. She can really bounce a meow off those brick floors.
March 12, 2021 at 4:15 pm |
I just read a story in WaPo about DST and posted it in a comment below.
Later wake-up for Mia works nicely!
March 12, 2021 at 5:20 pm |
I liked DST in the northeast ’cause during the summer, there were these looooong days when I could get out of work at five and do a three hour bike ride and still be home before dark. Same in NM with the long days. But once I retire, I no longer have a dog in this fight. Every day is a day off and I can go when I go or stay when I stay.
March 12, 2021 at 3:12 pm |
Birthday Blessings for Herself and forward wishes for you as well POG. There was no mold used when they made either of you; you’re both true one offs. And Mother Earth is a better place cause you are both still riding around on her. I’m raising a glass of Pinot Noir to y’all right now.
March 12, 2021 at 3:26 pm |
Gracias, hombre. It’s a shame we can’t go out for some expensive feed, but I swung by the Wholeazon Amafoods for the first time in — shit, I can’t remember how long — and picked up a few delicacies that involve no cooking (which actually is a present for me) and little cleanup. Shrimp and cocktail sauce, smoked salmon, olives, cheeses, a baguette, and like that there. Yum yum gimme some. …
And of course a tasty bottle of rosé for the birthday gal and some fake beers for Your Humble Narrator.
March 12, 2021 at 3:24 pm |
Happy Better Half Birthday ! It seems as though a few of us will have two birthdays immersed in ‘merican style quarantine. It’s wondrus and blue up here so ‘ll get out and about on a couple of wheels in a while and think of good books – Didn’t you say that herself is one of the literary persuasion?
As for the time, well I’m a late riser* so I love DST. I like it when it is late when the sun goes down. I hate it on winter days when I get out to ride in the afternoon and the sun goes down on me by 5 oh clock.
*Early morning powder skiing? Nope, this bed is warm and comfortable. Why would I want to get up early to go out and freeze my ass off to be the first skier with tracks down the hill? Besides bright sunshine afternoon skiing is much nicer!
March 12, 2021 at 3:50 pm |
Thanks, Shawn. A year of banjaxed birthdays and anniversaries may be a pain in the keister, but it sure beats being dead. Or so I hear. Or don’t hear, actually; I haven’t gotten a lot of intel from those who have crossed over.
And yup, Herself is a voracious reader, like me. She was an English major in college, worked in a series of bookstores after graduation, and eventually became a librarian. So books are very much a big deal with her. We were both reading a ton on our iPads, but I found I couldn’t do that at night and sleep well, so I’m back to regular books.
March 12, 2021 at 4:12 pm |
Some lawmakers want DST year-round. Although it can be useful in July and August I would rather have NO DST instead of having it year-round. It is too long as it is. https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2021/03/12/daylight-saving-time-spring-forward/
March 12, 2021 at 6:57 pm |
Happy B’Day to Herself! 🙂 🙂
And thank you both for your wonderful support of HtE and your contribution, PO’G, to all of the Mad Doggers’ mental/spiritual/physical health! 🙂
March 13, 2021 at 7:59 am |
Thanks, JD. We do what we can, like the rest of yis. One foot in front of the other, amirite? Onward!
March 12, 2021 at 7:21 pm |
Happy birthday to, well, Herself, even thought we have met her and everything. Thanks for letting the Mad Dog live another year. And happy birthday to you too Patrick!
Tired of DST? Move to AZ. After 40 years here, I don’t miss that clock changing silliness.
March 13, 2021 at 8:03 am |
Whoa, Hoss, I ain’t acrost the line yet. I’m still two weeks out. Could drop stone cold dead of the dumbass any time now. Ask anyone. Especially Herself.
March 13, 2021 at 9:48 am |
Well, if Herself can hold off holding that pillow over your face to help you sleep better for two more weeks, you’re home free. Just keep cooking that good tucker, and she will allow you another year! That and keep her bike detailed. Uhhh, never mind about the bike detail.
March 13, 2021 at 3:55 pm |
I dunno, man. There’s a lot of pillows in this place. She can be as quiet as a mouse when she wants to be. And of course no court in the land would convict.
“Have you ever read his blog, Your Honor?”
“I have. Case dismissed.”
March 12, 2021 at 8:39 pm |
Happy Birthday to Herself,
NZ extended its DST to the end of March several years ago & frankly I’m not a fan of the whole concept, (neither are the dairy farmers), but every year we go through this shit. At least in South Africa there was none of this.
Coming up for the anniversary of the Christchurch massacre & I found this.
https://www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/news/300244590/mystery-christchurch-artist-behind-march-15-tribute-painting-revealed
March 13, 2021 at 8:14 am |
Thanks, Hurben. Yeah, the time change seems to have outlived whatever usefulness it once possessed. It was one of the mindless chores we dealt with in the newz biz (don’t forget to write something about “spring forward/fall back” and place it prominently on the front page). Sigh. Meanwhile the school board continues to cut deals with soda/candy distributors to keep the kids wired all day long. So it goes.
Nice piece about the (formerly) anonymous artist. Not all art is performative, it seems.
March 12, 2021 at 11:31 pm |
Congrats on yet another successful 365.256363 day, 583825190 mile, 66610 mph lap around the big ball of fire!
Although the last twelve months probably feel more like spinning in circles, or crawling on a treadmill.
But, hey, you both made it. That’s all that matters these days.
March 13, 2021 at 8:17 am |
I’m still out on the course, just ahead of the broom wagon, but Herself thanks you.
And yeah, a lot of repetition over the past 12 months, yeah? I’m not certain whether the year dragged on or shot past. A weird one, and not one I care to repeat.
March 13, 2021 at 1:19 am |
Congrats on surviving another year to the both of you. The 6th of this month would have been my Dad’s 86th.
March 13, 2021 at 8:18 am |
Opus — long time no see. How are things with you?
March 13, 2021 at 11:01 pm |
I get my COVID shot Monday, Got a huge discount on a long-term project, and I’m “not dead yet”.
March 14, 2021 at 7:55 am |
Booyah. Keep the shiny side up, Hoss.