Wrapped up my skunk project this morning & I think Mr. Skunk has moved on down the road. Main reason for wanting that skunk gone was to prevent Pheebs from being sprayed at some point.
Needing to give myself a slight psychological boost this morning I figured the best way to do that was gather a few things together for loading in the rig. Any fussing I can do around the Big EEE always puts me an elevated travel frame of mind. We hung up our first picture in the coach today as well. Not exactly a southwest scene but southwest colors for sure.
THIS PAINTING PUTS A NICE SPLASH OF COLOR ON THE WALL
I WILL SLOWLY & CAREFULLY ARRANGE THINGS IN THE BINS THEN TOTALLY RE-ARRANGE EVERYTHING ABOUT A HUNDRED TIMES OVER THE NEXT 2 MONTHS
Air was a bit muggy this morning so after putting some things in the rig I figured it was Jeep time so loaded up little Miss Most Best, cranked the windows down & headed into Bayfield. Stopped at Subway for a breakfast sandwich & a coffee to go. Had my first experience with a KEURIG. I technically continue to fall so far behind the times & this morning was a good example of that as I struggled to figure out how to use Subway's Keurig coffee machine. Lady gave me a cup & a small round sealed container I assumed held the coffee. I walked over & stood in front of the machine. I was totally baffled as to what to do next. Figured maybe I should set my cup under the spout, tear open the container & dump my coffee in the cup before pressing a button or pulling a handle or something to get hot water running into the cup. Lady at the counter saw my dilemma & came to my rescue. Well at least I had the placing of the coffee cup correct. The lady pressed a button, something opened & she took the coffee container from me, set it in a round slot spot & closed it up. She hastily pressed a couple buttons & my coffee was on it's way. Sometimes I feel like such a boob. I said to the lady, 'it's always good to learn something new'. She said, oh those machines have been around for years' to which I replied, 'no, I meant me'. At least I got a smile out of her. (TOOK THE KEURIG PHOTO OFF THE INTERNET)
JOHN DEERE FARM MACHINERY SEEMS TO BE THE FARMER’S CHOICE HERE IN THESE PARTS
IT’S WHEAT HARVESTING TIME HERE IN SOUTH-WESTERN ONTARIO
Pheebs & I headed ourselves south of Bayfield & ambled our way along some gravel roads looking at all the Windmill again. Nobody around so we stopped near one & walked up fairly close to it. They definitely have a rather large & strange sound to them. It's kind of a mechanical swishing as the large blades & metal parts mesh with natures wind. Not unlike windmills of old with their rusting chains & creaking metal blades turning in the wind. But somehow so very, very different. I wouldn't mind living on a farm with the sounds of an old nearby windmill but I would not want to live anywhere near one these newer & bigger than big Monster Megalythathons. No sireeee not for me.
I’LL BET THESE COMBINES HAD THEMSELVES ONE BIG WINDMILL OF A HARVEST THIS YEAR
We didn't go far this morning & just poked along taking in the ambience of the morning. Always enjoy looking at all the farms along the way & how the majority of people have them looking so nice. Big change in the way farms look now compared to 50 years ago when many of them bordered on being derelict with long grass grown right up to the house. And what a change in farm machinery over the years. Long gone are those little gray & red Ford tractors.
WE ARE VERY FORTUNATE TO HAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR ALL OUR VEHICLES RIGHT HERE AT HOME
NEEDLESS TO SAY I ALWAYS HAVE TO BACK OUT OF HERE VERY CAREFULLY…THAT CORNER PEAK ON THE CARPORT ONCE TURNED AN OPEN SCREEN DOOR ON OUR DAMON CLASS A INTO A TWISTED PRETZEL…I LOVE MY DRIVER’S DOOR & WOULD NOT WANT A CLASS A WITHOUT ONE…AND THERE IS NO WIND NOISE FROM IT:))
EVEN WITH THE SLIDE IN WE STILL HAVE PLENTY OF ROOM TO MOVE AROUND WHILE PARKED OR MOTORING DOWN THE ROAD
I ESPECIALLY LIKE THE DASH SET-UP IN THIS RIG
Archive Memory:: How many of you fellas still have your Teddy Bears? I do:)) As a little boy I hung out with my 3 favorite Pals Nancy, Panda Bear, & Punkin Head. Nancy was a small doll with a blue dress & Panda was a big pink & white bear. Punkin was the head honcho. Nancy & Panda are long gone now but I still have my Punkin Head. Punkin stayed in my bedroom at my Mother's house long after I was gone out into the world. At some point he was moved from the house out to an old green barn we had behind our place where he stayed for a countless number of years in quiet seclusion. In 2004 the task of emptying my Mother's huge house became a big job set aside for Kelly & I. The barn had to be cleaned out as well & that is where I found my old Pal Punkin Head. He was a little worse for wear than I remembered him as a kid, but then again age hasn't really treated some of us too kindly anyway has it. I brought him home that day & he has resided on the top shelf of my bedroom closet ever since, warm & safe. Big change from the freezing cold winters in the barn & all the prowling cats. Today, while rooting through some things to take south this Winter I spotted my little Pal just sitting back relaxing. I brought him down from the shelf & as he sat beside me on the edge of my bed, just like we did about 65 years ago, old memories were shared between us. We sure were the best of Pals those oh so many, many, years ago & we are still the best of Pals to this very day…………………..:))
MY OLD PAL PUNKIN HEAD >>>
GROANER'S CORNER:((A 3-year-old was diligently pounding away on her father's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?", he asked.
"I don't know.", she replied, "I can't read."
A couple was going out for the evening. They'd gotten ready, all dolled up, cat put out, etc. The taxi arrives, and as the couple got out, the cat shoots back in. They don't want the cat shut in the house, so the wife goes out to the taxi while the husband goes upstairs to chase the cat out. The wife, not wanting it known that the house will be empty explains to the taxi driver, "He's just going upstairs to say goodbye to my Mother." A few minutes later, the husband gets into the cab, "Sorry I took so long," he says. "Stupid old thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!"