Friday, March 27, 2015

The Pier

Everyday is a beautiful day at the Pier.  Well, sometimes it is windy.  And maybe cold.  But as with any beach, there is always beauty to behold and discoveries to be made. I always see dolphins here.  And birds.  I think these are willets or sandpipers.  Or willets and sand pipers.

You never know what the tide will roll in.  I love how I caught my toe in this photo.

  A footprint.  Just not mine.

Out on the blue.

Out on the beach. 

A vivid inspection.

What lies beneath. My favorite photo from Naples last year.

The ibis were picking and pecking.

The pier might be full of tourists.  But it's just your feet in the sand and some birds for company a ways down.

Naples beach, Florida.  A glorious way to spend a day in March!

5 things I love about Naples, Florida

1)  My sweet in-laws have a groovy condo there.  It's sure better than a condo in Fargo.  You betcha.

2)  No matter how old we get we are still the youngest people there. Ha!

3)  The people are so rich that they literally litter money all over the floor at the mall.  (My in-laws will understand this one) 

4)  There's a Waffle House!  I heart waffles.  And cheesy eggs.  Nuff said.

5)  Tommy Bahamas has a happy hour! And pina coladas and their famous coconut cloud martini are on it.   Nothing tastes better than one of those after the above photos.  A prescription for winter happiness.  You'll thank me later.  

P.S.  I just passed 100,000 blog visits!  Whoo Hoo!

Friday, March 20, 2015


I figure this old illustration I call Devil Cat fits the bill for Ruckus.  A theme I can't ignore.  Because the word Ruckus is just plain cool!

Devil Cat is just busy and full of crazy cat energy.  Cats do create a ruckus where ever they go.  Especially at meal time.

Here are 5 random crazy cat tales about my old cat Baby. For Random 5 Friday


1)  Baby once got locked in a stranger's apartment. But before I discovered this I called my future husband Dean to lead a cat hunt. No baby. She was dog gone lost.  But then I heard a faint cry near the door of a future cat burglar.  "Baby, is that you?"  "Mew, meow.  Meow, mew" she whined.  I called the land lord and he came over with a key.  Disgruntled.  He opened the door and Baby made a bee line for my apartment. After that Baby was no longer allowed to roam the halls.  But it was almost impossible to keep her inside.  

2)  Baby hated everyone.  So when she met my future husband for the first time she creeped up behind him and gave him a hard paw slap on the cheek.  After this initial punishment they became fast friends.

3)  Baby went ballistic over other cats. One night while I was away on a layover as a flight attendant, my future hubbie Dean slammed the open window down on her paw.  Baby had woke him up in the middle of the night screaming at a cat outside.  You know the kind of blood curdling alley cat screech. Some how she used her super cat powers to heal herself because she was fine soon after.  But Dean worried that our relationship wouldn't be.  If she would have had a limp.....

4) One time I found a piece of cat poop in my bedside kleenex box. It took me awhile.  But I figured she was having one of those kook outs after she got one stuck in her nether regions.  You know like when they run at warp speed and scoot across the floor.  Well, she used to jump from my head board onto the mantle of the fireplace in my studio apartment.  That's when the poop hit the fan.  Or dropped into my kleenex box as it were.

5)  Baby left her DNA on all my artwork.  Here she is sitting on Devil Cat.  How appropriate.  She was mine.