With my wrist still bothering me I knew enough not to try tackling any more outside projects. Things are just going to have to wait until at some point I can get them done. Nothing crucial, just some yard work etc.
ABOUT A MILE NORTHWEST OF EXETER ONTARIO i SPOTTED THIS BI-PLANE STARTING IT’S TAKE-OFF ROLL ON A GRASS STRIP
THE PILOT IS PEDDALING AS FAST AS HE CAN
OOOPS HE JUST BUMPED INTO A TREE
OH WAIT A MINUTE THERE HE GOES AGAIN
YIKES HE JUST MISSED THAT BUILDING BUT NOT TO WORRY, ALTHOUGH I COULDN’T SEE HIM I COULD HEAR HIS ENGINE CLIMBING HIGHER INTO THE SKY….KEEP IN MIND THESE PLANE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN WITH A LONG TELEPHOTO LENS AND THINGS MAY NOT APPEAR QUITE AS THEY SEEM:))
With our fabulously cooler weather continuing to hold it was again a true pleasure to be out and about with Pheebs enjoying the countryside. So much so that we stayed out for nearly 5 hours today. Oh my another hundred and some photos to sort through. Even managed to find a couple roads I hadn't been on before or if I had been it was so long ago I had forgotten about them. Not likely though because I can usually remember places I have been before. Always something recognizable in the memory banks.
SOME BEAN FIELDS ARE GETTING YELLOWER BY THE DAY
SOME LEAVES ARE SHOWING SIGNS OF LATE SUMMER
Pheebs trip to the Vet Tuesday afternoon turned out beneficial and we noticed she was not shaking her head today. The meds had her ear infection well under control. Vet also thought she could stand to lose a few pounds so we have had to make some changes here and one of those changes started this morning. We did slip through McDonalds in Exeter Ontario and picked up a carrot muffin as usual but instead of sharing the muffin with Pheebs I took along a bunch of diet doggy treats. Pheebs seemed slightly confused at first but we soon had a new routine going and I don't think she really knew I had switched treats on her and she was just as happy as ever. Now if I could just switch treats on myself without me knowing about it maybe I could lose a couple dozen pounds too.
‘I THINK MY DAD’S UP TO SOMETHING HERE’
‘HEY WAIT A MINUTE HE’S NOT GETTING MY TREATS OUT OF THE MUFFIN BAG!!’
‘I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DID DAD BUT I THINK YOU PULLED A SWITCHEROO ON ME’
Sure have myself into another good book. A Higher Call is the true story of a B-17 bomber pilot named Charlie Brown and a German BF-109 Messerschmitt fighter pilot by the name of Franz Stigler. I like how the author has approached this story of these two opposing individuals and what brought them together one fateful day in the skies over war torn Germany in the latter years of the Second World War.
STOPPING FOR A ROADSIDE LEG STRETCH PHEEBS SPOTTED A POSSIBLE UFO ON THE FOREST FLOOR
COULD IT BE A TINY ALIEN SPACE CRAFT (I WAS HOPING SO)
I MOVE IN FOR A CLOSER VIEW
OMG IS THAT A TENTACLE AND IS THAT AN ALIEN CREATURE ON THE RIGHT
WELL IT’S A FOREST PUFFBALL OF COURSE AND TO MANY MUSHROOM FOLKS THIS IS A DELICACY
Talking to my Aunt Jean on the phone Monday night she enquired about me missing a couple blog posts. Of course I lamented about how repetitious I felt my posts were and she suggested maybe digging back into my younger childhood and looking for some stories there. Thinking about that later I remembered that yes I have done a number of short stories from those years but with nearly 3500 posts behind me it’s difficult for me to remember just when it was I wrote those short remembrances. However I did remember something so this one’s for you Aunt Jean. My post for that day was entitled, When I Get Growed Up I Want To Drive A Big Yellow Bulldozer. The story begins about the 4th paragraph down and was written July 25th of 2012.
GROANER’S CORNER:(( Shaky went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under ... you gotta help me, I'm going crazy!" "Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears." "How much do you charge?" "A hundred dollars per visit." "I'll sleep on it," said Shaky. Six months later the doctor met Shaky on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars." "Is that so! How?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
Quack another bad joke and I'm leaving!
Q: Who opened the first drive-in gas station?
A: Gulf opened up the first station in Pittsburgh in 1913.
Q: What city was the first to use parking meters?
A: Oklahoma City, on July 16, 1935.
Q: Where was the first drive-in restaurant?
A: Royce Hailey's Pig Stand opened in Dallas in 1921.