Saturday, July 21, 2018
CLOUDY OVERCAST SKIES LED TO A GLOOMY UNINSPIRING KINDA DAY
Under threatening skies and a few drops of rain on the windshield Pheebs and I slowly headed out of town this morning. Moody skies have a habit of bringing me right along with them and my mind again turned inwardly looking for elusive things that are seldom found.
WONDERING HOW MANY DELICIOUS APPLE PIES I AM LOOKING AT HERE
I AM THINKING THIS SUMMER’S LACK OF RAIN IS MAYBE HURTING THIS YEAR’S CORN CROP
‘HOUSTON, THE EAGLE HAS LANDED’
Headed for our first familiar stopping point southeast of Bayfield on Pavilion Road. Instead of a usual leg stretch here we set off along the edge of a cornfield to a farmer’s bush lane we had walked a couple times before. The bush lane of course led into a forest.
WE HEAD OFF ALONG THE EASTERN EDGE OF A CORNFIELD HEADING SOUTH
WE SOON HIT A FARMER’S BUSH LANE HEADING WEST
‘I THINK I SEE THE FOREST UP AHEAD DAD’
WASN’T LONG BEFORE WE REACHED THE CANOPIED TREES
It was our only stop and walk this morning. We continued our drive easing the Jeep along slowly taking in the morning’s solemn sky. Marching clouds moving from south to north. Moderate winds on the ground were blowing from the southeast. With my mood invoking Sirius Satellite music going I actually kinda love mornings like this when the mind kind of frowns and wallops itself around. We were back home before 10 and I again found myself floundering for motivation.
INSTEAD OF RETURNING THE WAY WE CAME WE MADE OUR WAY OUT OF THE WOODS TO THE ROAD AND HEADED BACK TO THE JEEP
KEEP LOOKING PHEEBS I’M PRETTY SURE WE LEFT THE JEEP UP AHEAD THERE SOMEWHERE
HEY I THINK I SEE IT AND I’D SAY THAT WAS A PRETTY POOR LOOKING CORN CROP THERE
THIS PHOTO SHOWS OUR WALK ROUTE FROM BEHIND THE JEEP UP ALONG THE CORNFIELD TO THAT LINE OF TREES ON THE HORIZON WHICH IS THE BUSH LANE LEADING DOWN TO THE FOREST ON THE RIGHT
WE CAME OUT OF THAT FOREST STRAIGHT AHEAD TO THE ROAD AND WALKED BACK TO THE JEEP
‘DO YOU REALLY THINK READERS WILL BELIEVE ALL THAT MUMBO JUMBO DAD’:))
Took Pheebs for a short walk on the trail this afternoon. Kelly’s son Ben, wife Bree, and their 2 boys Darion and Kai dropped in for a short visit on their way to Deer Park Lodge where they have a cabin rented for a few days.
‘HEY MOM HERE COMES THAT CRAZY FLYING DICKIE BIRD AGAIN’
So upset with myself this afternoon for accidentally deleting my last 6 posts on Blogger. It explains what happened about a week and a half ago when 4 posts also mysteriously vanished. (well it’s no mystery anymore) Nobody to blame but myself for the careless inattentive mistakes caused no doubt by this aging mind of mine. So disappointing but so far Kelly has been able to retrieve all but 1 of them so if you see a Saturday July 14th post pop up out of sequence it’s just the last missing post. In the meantime Kelly has set me in the corner facing the wall with a big dunce cap on my head with strict orders to not go anywhere near the computer until told I can do so…..….:((
IT’S QUITE A CAST OF CHARACTERS WE HAVE HANGING OUT IN OUR FRONT YARD
ONE STEP CLOSER MISTER AND I’LL JUMP!!
I have heard over the years how people can become confused as they age. Never gave it much thought of course because I figured I hadn’t reached that stage yet and it didn’t apply to me. Well guess what…..My muddle today was nothing new and I’ve been aware for awhile now that I’m having trouble with some things and becoming readily confused is one of them. I began experiencing this maybe four or five years ago when I started losing ground on figuring out simple technical stuff. I was never a hot-shot on a computer but I did manage to figure a lot of things out and often knew what to do when things went wrong and knew how to fix them. Not any more. I become confused sometimes while writing my blog even. I will forget where I am and sometimes sit here staring at the screen trying to remember what it was I was doing or what it is I need to do next. I can’t seem to concentrate on figuring things out which were once reasonably easy. To make matters worse I become very impatient and irritated with myself when I have these memory stumbles. As I have said many times before in my posts if it wasn’t for Kelly there wouldn’t be any Bayfield Bunch blog. She is the one who keeps the train on the tracks every time I forget where I’m going and then wonder why I haven't got there yet.
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
-- Sauce unknown
Shakespeare's works have recently been climbing up the bestseller charts. It's a sonnet boom!
St. Peter and Satan were having an argument one day about baseball. Satan proposed a game to be played on neutral grounds between a select team from the heavenly host and his own hand-picked boys. "Very well," said the gatekeeper of Heaven. "But you realize, I hope, that we've got all the good players and the best coaches."
"I know, and that's all right," Satan answered unperturbed. "We've got all the umpires."