WE HAD OURSELVES A MOODY SKY DAY
Heavy rains came and went in the night but a single small rain cloud trailing behind snuck ashore this morning and caught Kelly and Pheebs out walking. Didn’t last long but enough rain came down that I jumped into the Jeep and headed out to rescue the two rain soaked bums. Couldn’t find them right off and by the time I got back to our driveway they were just coming across the road. Kelly looked about as dry as a parched desert and Pheebs looked like she had just gone down with the Titanic.
ON OUR WAY TO GODERICH PHEEBS IS STILL LOOKING A TAD ON THE SOGGY SIDE
A FEW COWS AND HORSES ALONG THE WAY OF COURSE
THE FAMILY THAT EATS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER
A swing down around the Goderich harbor netted us a leg stretch along the shores of Lake Huron. Waters were choppy with only a large lake freighter on the horizon. Seeings how we had unpredictable ominous clouds overhead we didn’t venture too far from the Jeep. Not too many folks out walking the boardwalk either.
A LONE LAKE FREIGHTER MAKING IT’S WAY TO THE PORT OF GODERICH
Had to stop into Zehr’s Supermarket in Goderich to pick up some bananas and things and while in there I met a lady whom I had to tell ‘we gotta stop meeting like this.’ I was motoring along with my little cart of groceries when I heard 3 or 4 seemingly familiar ‘Ew-oos’ directed my way from somewhere. With a quick scan in the Ew-oo direction I spotted the source and by golly seen it was a good looker too. Without hesitation I wheeled a sharp left turn and headed for her. Well it was Kelly of course and neither one of us had known the other one was headed for the grocery store this morning. That was the second time in one week we bumped into each other with the other time being in Walmart. Oh it is quite the little shoppers we are.
THE ODDLY PLACED BARN BLOCK QUILT IS CLOSE TO THIS FARM’S LARGE SOLAR PANEL BANK…..MAYBE THAT BARN QUILT IS JUST TEMPORARILY SITTING THERE WAITING TO BE HOISTED UP AND FASTENED ON THE BARN
THOUGHT THIS WAS A RATHER OVER ENGINEERD LITTLE BRIDGE FOR THE SPAN OF WATER IT CROSSES
A GREEN TRAIL THROUGH THE BEANFIELD
ONE OF MANY SPRAWLING FARMS IN OUR AREA
ONBOARD THE HELL BOUND TRAIN
With dark overcast clouds threatening rain any moment Pheebs and I took the longer scenic way home and snapped us a few photos along the way. Once home I worked away a bit in the Motorhome pulling things out of cupboards and deciding what would stay for the upcoming season and what should go. Decisions, decisions, all the time decisions.
Kelly this morning had a question for me regarding my Thursday night post. She asked, ‘do you suppose people will think I am a problem and that’s why you like your morning alone time’? I was quick to point out to her that over the years I have always been clear in any of my posts to point out that she is never a problem and that it is I who is always the problem whenever any kind of problem seems to arise. Now isn’t that the right thing for any man to say under the circumstances. Yes, I thought so……….:))
GROANER’S CORNER:(( My son and his wife stopped by Sunday unannounced to visit. I wouldn't answer the door but I did hold up my new medicine container and pointed to the instructions. Instructions read: 'Take one tablet before bedtime and Keep away from children.'
Sam had proposed to young Lisa and was being interviewed by his prospective father-in-law. "Do you think you are earning enough to support a family?" the older man asked the suitor. "Yes, sir," replied Sam, "I am." "Well," said Lisa's father, "think carefully now. There are six of us."
Annie way you can let me in soon?
I like this poem our friend and neighbor Monica emailed us yesterday………………..
I remember the corned beef of my Childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the Children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The Children were seldom unhappy,
And the Wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
Where biscuits for pennies were sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it, I'm just getting Old?
Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.