A SET OF WOODEN STAIRS LEAD FROM BAYFIELD’S PIONEER PARK TO THE BEACH BELOW
Guess I had better quickly clear up a misconception I may have accidentally created in Monday's post when I said, "Kelly & I are off to the Clinton Hospital Tuesday morning to meet with Doc Robot to go over the results of my Kidney Stone ultra-sound last week. I guess he will let us know just what all he has to do next Monday when he goes digging for those stones. Two key words there were ‘next Monday’. My surgery was not today, it's next week on Monday May 28th……………………….
HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM THIS MORNING, & NO, I DO NOT HAVE AN INTEREST IN READING ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH POLITICS!!
OK, flash forward to this morning's meeting with Doc Robot. Before he entered the room I saw Doc shake hands with someone in the hall & for sure I saw a smile on his face. Seconds later, before I could recover from my mild shock he entered the room with a 'Hello.' I immediately melted in my chair & dripped myself onto the floor. Now, over the next few minutes he may not exactly have come across as Mary Poppins but I thought I did detect a hint of warmth & reassurance in his voice. Just a touch mind you, but I think it was there. Well, I’m going to tell myself it was there anyway. Told me everything was looking good for Monday's Moon shot. Well, maybe not quite a Moon shot, but the procedure is in the same vicinity of sky. And, by the way, I have never questioned this fellow’s surgical skills. I have only made gest of his less than warm medical bedside manner. And yes, I well know that in the end, it is a Doctor’s surgical skill that really matters. But, if in my unconscious fog during the procedure next week I hear Doc Robot utter the word, Ooooops……I’m a gonna really be ticked!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I first opened the comment section of our blog this morning I had 12 comments, 7 of which were 'Anonymous' spams. Our spam load has doubled, if not tripled in the past week so for sure something has happened. Makes me wonder sometimes if it's possible for someone to purposely submit a person's URL directly to a Spammer’s list somehow!! Anyway, I have several options available to me on how to deal with these scum bag Spammers. Either re-instate Google's ridiculous double word verification or block all Anonymous comments. I am leaning toward the latter. However, by doing so this means that some of our legitimate 'Anonymous' readers may no longer be able to comment. Now, I'm not sure exactly how this works but I'm wondering if the way around that for folks is to simply sign up for a Google account. No harm in doing so & it does give you an extra few perks like Gmail which you may or may not decide to use. Any suggestions would be helpful. May also have to go back to 'comment moderation' to keep the crap & garbage out of the comment section as well. Anyway, I did make one change in my Blogger Dashboard today so we’ll see what happens. Also wondering if it's possible to block a specific email address from accessing a blog’s comment section........
OUR BACKYARD ‘ARIZONA’ PRICKLY PEAR CACTUS GARDEN
After publishing Monday night’s blog on the early side I grabbed my cameras & headed over to the lake. I had heard rumblings of thunder & figured we might have a storm rolling in. The storm did not materialize but I did manage to get a few photos from Bayfield’s Pioneer Park atop the cliffs overlooking Lake Huron.
OBSERVATION DECK AT PIONEER PARK
Late Wednesday afternoon I am off to the Goderich Hospital to see another Specialist but I will fill you in on the details of what comes out of that meeting tomorrow. And, we haven't even got to the medical side of June yet. But hey, if it wasn't for all this medical stuff going on, what other fun would I be having this summer eh.
GROANER’S CORNER:(( A very zealous soul-winning young preacher recently came upon a farmer working in his field. Being concerned about the farmer's soul the preacher asked the man, "Are you laboring in the vineyard of the Lord my good man?"
Not even looking at the preacher and continuing his work the farmer replied, "Naw, these are soybeans."
"You don't understand," said the preacher. "Are you a Christian?"
With the same amount of interest as his previous answer the farmer said, "Nope my name is Jones. You must be lookin for Jim Christian. He lives a mile south of here."
The young determined preacher tried again asking the farmer, "Are you lost?"
"Naw! I've lived here all my life," answered the farmer.
"Are you prepared for the resurrection?" the frustrated preacher asked.
This caught the farmer's attention and he asked, "When's it gonna be?"
Thinking he had accomplished something the young preacher replied, "It could be today, tomorrow, or the next day." Taking a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiping his brow, the farmer remarked, "Well, don't mention it to my wife. She don't get out much and she'll wanna go all three days."
- Tourists see the world, travelers experience it.
- Home is where your pet is:))
- The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now...AL.