YOUR EYES WILL GO TO THE RED CARDINAL BUT DON’T MISS THE LITTLE FELLOW ON THE LEFT HURRIEDLY WINGING HIS WAY IN FOR SOME MID AFTERNOON SEEDS
Sun was still sittin low in the east when I drove myself down to the end of Ghost Town Road this morning. A right hand turn lead me out into the desert. I was looking for Arky’s camp. Wasn’t hard to find him in the low scrub. He was waiting for me.
Arky you may remember was the fella a few days ago who’s old 81 Chevy pea soup green school bus broke down in front of our house. A neighbor towed him back to his camp. Arky managed to get the bus going again & dropped by yesterday wondering if I could drive him into Wickenburg today to pick up a new alternator at Riley’s Auto Centre. With Arky in the Jeep this morning we were soon on our way. Arky’s quite a talker & hard of hearing so I just kinda nodded my head whenever he’d pause long enough to take a breath. By 9:30 we were heading back from Wickenburg with a new alternator sitting on the floor. Think I managed to get 3 ‘Yeps’ in on the way to Wickenburg & 4 on the way back. I got that extra ‘Yep’ in at a construction slow down. Arky was eager to get back to camp & begin working on his new alternator installation & I was just as eager to get him there. Needless to say I was happy to be back home listening to the sweet sounds of gentle birds chirping again……..:))
KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE BALL BOYS
Well it’s December 1rst already. A year ago today I wrote a post looking back over our Snow Bird years since 2006 & reflected on where we were each December 1rst. LOOKING BACK ON DECEMBER 1RSTS
Thought Gaelyn had herself a good post this morning describing something a few of us out here know only too well. Gaelyn has it, I have it, & sometimes I wished I didn’t have it. Nothing I can do about it though. It’s just the way some of us are & we probably all deal with it in different ways. Gaelyn writes, What Makes My Feet Itch To Be On The Road
Not a lot going on for my mind to grab onto tonight so rather than chase myself down a whole slow moving herd of faded memories I’ll just cut myself loose & call it day…………………
GROANER’S CORNER:(( While touring historic buildings in Alexandria, Virginia, we visited an old church. The guide told us that George Washington had attended services there and pointed to his pew. A reverent silence fell. The guide, encouraged by this, went on to tell us that church services back then had been very lengthy -- frequently lasting three hours or more. The mood of the moment was shattered when an anonymous voice whispered loudly, "So George Washington slept here too!"
As a history buff, I was looking forward to staying in a hotel in Salisbury, England. This hotel dated back to the 13th century. When I arrived, the hotel clerk gave me some bad news -- my room was in the new section.
Disappointed, I asked when the "new" section had been built. "In the 1600's," she replied apologetically.