Wednesday, September 14, 2011
OUR DAY STARTED WITH WARM SUNSHINE AND ENDED IN A COLD RAIN
A cold rain is upon us tonight as I sit here at the keyboard rustling through my mind for a blog topic. Had one this morning after reading a few blogs but decided to save my thoughts on ‘blog writing’ for another day. Gotta have myself in the right frame of mind for that sometimes touchy topic.
A QUIET REFLECTIVE DAY FOR THIS OLD TIMER ON THE BOARD WALK IN GODERICH
Some of tonight’s photos are just a rambling selection of things I come across in my photo travels from time to time.
A LITTLE DETECTIVE WORK TODAY ON THESE TWO PHOTOS SHOW US MARTHA PROBABLY LIVES ON DAIRY FARM, LIKES GARDENING AND IS MAYBE A BEER DRINKING CARD SHARK WHO LIKES SNAZZY EAR RINGS
Kelly, the Pheebs and I slipped down to see my Uncle Harry this morning. First time I heard Harry laugh in a very long time but that is just what he did when Pheebe slipped into his room behind his chair and surprised a sleepy Harry by nuzzling his arm. The morning was still nice enough to take Harry in his wheelchair outside on the grounds where he was able to enjoy the sunshine and watch Pheebe running around like a whirligig on the lawn. Kelly found a wild black raspberry bush in the landscaped gardens nearby and picked a couple handfuls. Harry and Pheebe ate the most berries by far.
UNCLE HARRY AND THE PHEEBS SURE LOVED THOSE BLACK RASPBERRIES
Our new Star Choice satellite dish arrived by Purolator this afternoon and in less than 5 minutes the assembly of the darn thing almost had me in tears. I am just not good at figuring out how to put things together nor do I have the patience for trying to figure things out. We’ll have to take it to a satellite installer guy nearby and have him correctly assemble it for us. Besides, we think the tripod base the fellow sold us earlier in the summer may not be compatible with the newer dish.
PHEEBEE MEETS HARVEY THE RABBIT THIS MORNING AT UNCLE HARRY’S PLACE
Made an appointment for the rig to go into our local Bayfield Garage for a brakes check-up next week. We will be in some heavy duty mountains in another month so for sure we want our brakes in tip top condition. They will also check all the fluid levels, hoses, etc. I much prefer to have professional people do all this stuff instead of me. I feel much safer that way. No shade tree mechanical jobs for this guy. And, speaking of brake problems, better check out the brake dilemma JUDY is having with her Motor Home at the moment.
By the way, after nearly two months I finally did succumb to a jar of Peanut Butter awhile back. Of course that led to another jar which in turn will soon lead to another jar. But, I am trying harder this time not to gob it all down so fast. My peanut butter of preference is the real stuff, el natural. Don’t like all the salt and additives that is put into the more brand name commercial stuff but if I can’t get real peanut butter I will settle for Jif and Jif only.
So there's this Pirate with a parrot. And this parrot swears like a sailor, I mean he's a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself. Trouble is, the pirate who owns him is a quiet, conservative type, and this bird's foul mouth is driving him crazy. One day, it gets to be too much, so the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, "QUIT IT!" But this just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever. Then he gets mad and says, "OK for you." and locks the bird in a cabinet. This really aggravates the bird and he claws and scratches, and when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of invective that would make a veteran pirate blush. At that point, he is so mad that he throws the it into the freezer. For the first few seconds there is a terrible din. The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly gets _very_ quiet. At first the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt. After a couple of minutes of silence, he's so worried that he opens up the freezer door. The bird calmly climbs onto the man's out-stretched arm and says, "Awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you. I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on. By the way, what did the chicken do?"
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