One of the advantages of being an RV Snow Bird is not only having a cozy permanent home while not traveling but also having one’s mobile home close at hand. We are fortunate enough to have ours right here at home in it’s own driveway. With all the unpredictable weather miseries these past number of months, having an alternative water & power source is always reassuring.
GOOD THING WE HAVE ENOUGH ROOM HERE AT HOME FOR THIS BIG MONSTER!!
Little Cora & I hopped into the Motor Home this morning & headed off on the 20 minute drive to Goderich. Topped up the propane tank, added a hundred dollars worth of gas to the fuel tank, picked up some fuses, split a McDonald’s Fajita & grabbed a head of Romaine lettuce at Food Basics for my YUMMY MORNING SHAKES. Also added some water to the rig’s fresh water tank when we got home so we’re good to go in case of any unforeseen weather emergencies or power outages.
I LIKE TO PICK UP FUEL & PROPANE HERE BECAUSE THERE IS LOTS OF ROOM TO MANEUVER AROUND PLUS THERE IS A MALL AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PARKING LOT FOR GROCERIES ETC. HIGHWAY 21 IN THE SOUTH END OF GODERICH ONTARIO
OUR LITTLE MOTORMOUSE YODA KEEPS AN EYE ON ME WHEN I'M DRIVING
Had someone inquire if things were alright after missing a post on Friday. (thanks Judy) Yes, we’re hanging in there. There are always hills & valleys & some of the valleys have just been a little deeper & a little longer than usual these past couple months.
How pleased I was a few days ago when I thought I’d try my blog's ‘Search Bar’ again, & it worked. With that little problem cleared up everything appears to be working fine despite all the recent Google problems. I’m a bit surprised that not a lot of other Bloggers have received the new Blogger Dashboard site yet.
Kelly & I went to Mitchell Saturday morning to visit my Uncle Harry who is experiencing some painful discomfort in his lower back. He is still doing pretty good for 95.
Returning home a couple days ago I heard a man’s voice in our living room as I came up the steps to our front porch. I knew Kelly was at work so quickly came in the door to see what was going on. Our ambient music was quietly playing through the stereo but a man’s voice in the corner of the room was coming out of the right hand speaker. He was saying something about an unknown spacecraft having landed in a swamp somewhere. I knew the man’s voice had nothing to do with the familiar piece of music on the stereo so stood there for a few seconds trying to make some sense out of what I was hearing. Felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone.
The man’s voice was clear & measured, & hadn’t I heard this voice before somewhere? And then, he mentioned about the unknown alien craft landing in a place called, Grover's Mill. I recognized that name right away & at that point realized what was happening & what I was hearing. I few days ago I had been listening to some music on my IPod/Bose combination while outside doing some painting. Later placed the IPod & Bose on top of my right hand speaker column thinking I had turned the IPod off. Apparently I hadn’t.
What I heard when I came into the house was Orson Well’s, ‘War Of The Worlds’ broadcast from October 30th, 1938. I had recorded that show one time years ago & it is in my music library. That is what was playing when I came into the house but the mystery for me, is this. After the IPod being silent with it’s dark dial for a couple days, how & why did the IPod seem to turn itself on & select War Of The Worlds to play. I do understand I may not have turned it off properly but it had been silent for over a day & a half………. until I returned home Friday afternoon to hear it playing. Strange happenings again but I am sure there is a logical explanation somewhere.
American Rocket Scientist: We put a man on the moon in 1969.
Russian Rocket Scientist: Big deal! We're going to send a team to the Sun.
American Scientist: You're mad! They'll be burned up before they even get close.
Russian Scientist: We're not that stupid! We're sending them up at night!
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