LOOKS LIKE THIS STONE MAN ALONG GODERICH’S BEACH HAS HIMSELF A BIT OF A ‘SWAGGER’ ON & IF YOU LOOK VERY CLOSELY YOU CAN SEE THE MOON AS A DOT JUST OFF THE TIP OF HIS LEFT ARM
Needing a bit of grass seed to fill in some patchy spots little Miss Boogs & I headed on up to Goderich's TSC store. Picked up a mechanical thermometer for the rig as well. You might remember those old wall hanging thermometers where one could just walk up & look at a slim glass red mercury filled tube without having to press digital buttons for a display & all that stuff. Slipped through McDonald's & headed on down to the North side of the harbor. Had a slight disagreement with Pheebs when she thought the half eaten Burrito we had been sharing was all hers when I set it on my lap & reached for a camera. She tried to sneak it off my lap while I was momentarily distracted. She knew better than to do that but I think it was just too much of a temptation for her. I think we both learned something & I'm sure we will both try harder next time. Me not to leave half a Burrito unattended on my lap while a little Doggie intently focused on the Burrito is sitting less than 2 feet away. So did I let her have the Burrito anyway? No I did not. It was important she understood what she had done & that doggy chomped Burrito went into a garbage can later.
GODERICH IS DEFINITELY A HARBOR TOWN…TUGBOATS, OCEAN GOING LAKE FREIGHTERS, FISHING BOATS & COAST GUARD VESSELS ALL NOTICEABLE IN PHOTO BELOW
MY LOVABLE LITTLE LAP DOG PHEEBS IN HER FAVORITE SPOT……..MY LAP >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Drove around & down to the South side of the harbor & took a few photos here & there. Strolled around the large grassy dog walking area near the water. A stiff cool breeze coming in off the lake made me glad I had a long sleeve shirt on. While sitting in the Jeep just about ready to leave I saw a lady walk up to a post where a container held free doggy bags for poop & scoop purposes. I was only about 15 feet away & watched for about 30 seconds as she pulled bag after bag out. Rolled them up, stuffed them into her pants pocket, turned around & walked back in the direction from whence she had come. Now here's the kicker.......she didn't even have a dog with her!!!!
THERE IS QUITE AN INUKSHUK COMMUNITY GROWING UP HERE ON LAKE HURON SHORES ALONG GODERICH’S BEAUTIFUL BEACH
Thanks to our day's cooler temperatures & Lake Huron breezes keeping bugs & flying insects grounded Pheebs & I were able to take an enjoyable afternoon walk around our pine forest trail. Without the constant whine of Mosquitos around my head I was also able to carry my small clippers & do some trail maintenance along the way as well. Sure am enjoying these cooler sunny days. So cool in fact tonight I had to put on a warm flannel shirt over top my short sleeve summer shirt. But that’s Okay I like it this way:))
A MOMENT’S PAUSE BY THE LAKE THIS MORNING
HEADING SOUTH ALONG THE BEACH I NOTICED A TRUCK & FIFTH WHEEL PULLED OVER & THIS FELLOW RELAXING BY THE LAKE
HEADING BACK 20 MINUTES LATER I NOTICED THE COOL BREEZE OFF THE LAKE HAD GOT THIS SAME FELLOW’S ATTENTION
PRETTY NICE PLACE FOR AN RV’ER TO RELAX BY THE WATER I’D SAY
I have bubbles on my Toshiba lap tops screen but they are good bubbles. In fact they are Windows 10 bubbles. Bubbles on my screen are a good sign for me. It means I am getting comfortable enough with Win 10 to go find a few fun things in the new program to play with. In this case a 'Bubbles' screen saver. Remember 3D Pipes years ago. Have always enjoyed personalizing my computers with things like screen savers, optional system sounds, background colors, etc. etc. Guess it’s the artsy side of me. The fun stuff. I remember years ago when I had Windows 98 & there was a downloadable social media program called ICQ. I loved this program & one of the features it had as an option was typewriter sounds as one was typing. Always thought that was so cool & reminded me of years even further back when I would write things (like really groanable poetry) on my own typewriter. Can't remember the name of that old blister but always liked the tap, tap, tap, sound of keys hitting paper. ICQ had duplicated that sound & I liked typing away with that 'old typewriter' sound option turned on. Tappa Tappa Tappa Tappa:))
WELL LADIES SHALL WE TAKE THE PLUNGE
GODERICH’S BEACH HUT
SPOTTED THIS GANG DOING ABOUT 105 MPH ON BAYFIELD’S MAIN STREET A COUPLE DAYS AGO
COLORFUL MOTEL ON HIGHWAY 21’S WEST SIDE BETWEEN BAYFIELD & GODERICH
LONG TIME READERS MAY REMEMBER MY PHOTOS OF THIS OLD TRAIN STATION BEING MOVED CLOSER TO THE BEACH LAST SUMMER…..IT IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS
With these cooler days upon us at the moment I must admit some of my daily thoughts have been turning to the South-west. Even had me a quick calendar glance at the month of October today. Nothing in my head about a route plan yet but I’m sure that will come soon enough. At least we got the northern ‘Lake Superior’ route out of our system last Fall. Won’t be doing that one again any time soon.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man, while driving home one evening from a dinner with his wife, is involved in a terrible car accident. The man dies on the scene. The man, after a short journey through a dark tunnel with a bright light at the end, finds himself at the gates of heaven. St. Peter is awaiting his arrival at the gates, and hails him towards the entrance to heaven. "Sir, you have proved yourself to be a kind and generous soul. You are worthy to pass through these gates. I ask only one thing of you: spell this one simple word, which embodies all of which you must embrace, and you may enter. That word is 'love'." "Love???" the man quips, "Love? That's easy. L-O-V-E" And St. Peter opens the pearly gates, letting the man step inside. Just as the man steps into the realm of heaven, St. Peter's beeper goes off. It seems that his attention is needed by the Holiest on High, and he must attend an ad hoc meeting. "Excuse me, newcomer," says St. Peter, "could you please watch the gates whilst I meet with God? All I ask of you is that you let no one in unless they spell the word correctly. This will take but a few minutes." "OK," the man replies. And St. Peter vanishes into thin air, leaving the man with a bright, silver key to the gates. A few moments later, the man's wife appears in front of the gates. "Hello dear" she says. "What are you doing here?" the man asks. "Well, they rushed me to the hospital, and for awhile it seemed as though I might pull through, but I wasn't so lucky. Died of internal haemorrhaging." The man, following the instructions of St. Peter, tells her, "My beloved, in order for you to pass through the gates of heaven, you only need to spell one simple word........... 'Czechoslovakia'."