A QUIET AUTUMN HARBOUR AT GRAND BEND ONTARIO (NIKON D40 AT 55mm)
An overcast windless 52F morning sky saw Kelly, Pheebs the Rocket Dog and myself driving over to see my Uncle Harry in Mitchell, Ontario. Harry's doing well and as always was so glad to see the little Pheebe's nose peaking around the corner of his recliner nudging his arm. Harry is often catching a few winks when we get there so we let the Pheebs slip in first and gently surprise Harry.
NOT A LOT OF BIRDS AT OUR FEEDER THESE DAYS BUT I DID MANAGE TO CATCH A BLUE JAY THIS AFTERNOON (NIKON D40 AT 300mm)
For as long as I can remember I have never liked the idea of walking into a store and taking my pants off. Didn't like it years ago and don't like it now!! Buying a pair of pants is such a pain in the britches. Socks, underwear and shirts are different. Socks come in a generic size that seems to fit all from Centipedes to Elephants and if underwear and shirts have an L or XL tag on them I'm probably going to be ready to go. Pants are a whole different animal with each manufacturer having their own interpretation of sizes. And, not all pants are shaped the same. Having a pair of legs that are a bit short for their length I always have to have about a foot cut off the leg bottoms or it looks like I am walking around on a large pair of soupy pant noodles.
JUST AN OLD STUMP BY THE WATER’S EDGE ( NIKON D40 AT 300mm)
I don't think I own a pair of pants at the moment that does not have a rip or some kind of hole in them somewhere. And I think the last 2 pairs of used blue jeans I bought already had a few bullet holes in them before I even got a chance to wear them. Maybe it's those claustrophobic 3x3 tiny change rooms in stores that I don't like or is it knowing some large woman with a mean disposition and a couple bratty kids in tow is impatiently waiting on the other side of the door with a chip on her shoulder and an armful of clothes that are probably going to be too small for her anyway. Whatever it is, I hate having to buy pants so I go for as long as humanely possible in my old tattered threads..….keeping my pants on!!
ALWAYS A BIG JOB EVERY YEAR RAKING UP ALL THE PINE NEEDLES (NIKON D90 AT 18mm)
With my new wheat free eating habits now in place JUDY wondered about my peanut butter and jelly sandwich habit. First, yes I'm eating 'natural' peanut butter again, but it's with honey, not jelly. Kelly brought home a loaf of wheat free bread for me to try and I find it takes a bit of getting used to the semi cardboard taste but if I pop a slice into the toaster I find it is rather survivable if I put a real good slathering of peanut butter and honey on it.
AS THE LINE GOES IN RINGO STARR’S SONG….♫ I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS ♫ (CANON POWERSHOT A730)
It has been well over a year now since we brought our little 2006 Jeep Wrangler home and I love driving that silly little puddle jumper just as much now as I did over a year ago. I've never been one known for keeping a vehicle for years at a time but I do intend on keeping this square cornered and odd shaped thing that looks like a cardboard box on wheels for as long as I can. The 6 speed manual transmission still messes with my head sometimes and if I'm not paying attention, any hefty gust of wind can set me to soaring like a kite. Small potholes in the road can have the same effects on a Jeep as trench warfare and if a sneeze occurs at the same time my hands are on the steering wheel I can find myself heading off in half a dozen different directions all at the same time. Exaggerations?? Of course, but I think you get my drift. Or, in the case of a two door Jeep Wrangler....I think you get my wobble:))
AUTUMN JEEP (NIKON D40 AT 70mm)
‘Late breaking rumour’......word has that AL will be hauled off to MARK'S WORK WEARHOUSE early Wednesday morning whereupon he will be forced to remove his old ripped pants and be fitted with some BRAND NEW ones....wish me luck. Oh, and I hear new pants even come without bullet holes in them now. Say, isn’t that just special:))
Tomorrow I will repost a link to the blog I wrote several years ago which has to do with October 19th, 1979. An important life changing event in my life occurred on that date which in turn has left me with 32 years of continuous sobriety.
STONEBIRD (NIKON D90 AT 55mm)
GROANER'S CORNER:(( AL was once stopped by the police at midnight and asked where he was going. “I’m on the way to listen to a lecture about the effects of alcohol and drug abuse on the human body.” The policeman asks, “Really? And who’s going to give a lecture at this time of night?” “My wife”, came Al’s reply.
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