Sunday, July 22, 2018

RAINY DAY SUNDAY AND ALMOST DROP KICKED IN THE SHINS

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Not being a water dog Pheebs is always reluctant to head outside even if it's a mere drizzle falling from the sky.  Not being much of an outside water person myself but faced with sitting in the house it was a no brainer.  We were off like a heard of turtles in a cloud of heifer dust. 

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TEMPORARILY STOPPED FOR A GOOSE PARADE NEAR THE HARBOR
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A RAINY MORNING DOGGY WALK ALONG ROTARY COVE’S BOARDWALK
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RAINY MORNING IN PORT FOR THE CAPT. HENREY JACKMAN
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I THINK THAT MAY BE THE GHOST SHIP ‘WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD OUT THERE
If I thought Saturday looked like a gloomy day I obviously hadn't met Sunday yet.  The Jeep's intermittent windshield wipers led the way as we followed a number of wet muddy roads through a dull looking countryside heightened by the sparkle of a varnish like rain highlighting nature's greens and golds.  Yes, it was another nice day to be outside despite it's damp and somewhat foreboding demeanor.  I was quick to find the right music to fit the day leading to another enjoyable morning Jeep ride.  The remainder of photos are ones from the past few days that didn’t make it into my regular daily posts.
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A YOUNG FARMER OUT CHECKING HIS BEAN CROP
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BARN BLOCK QUILT
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THIS OLD BLISTER HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS
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NO IT’S NOT A FANCY OUTHOUSE IT’S A RAINY DAY SHELTER FOR CHILDREN AT THE END OF A LONG FARM LANEWAY WAITING FOR THE SCHOOL BUS
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THAT’S THE MACHINE THAT TURNS OUT THOSE BIG ROUND HAY BALES
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BECAUSE OF THE GREENER GRASS COLORS THESE ARE HAY BALES
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BECAUSE OF THEIR YELLOW COLOR THESE ARE STRAW BALES
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THAT ONE ON THE RIGHT IS A JUMBO SIZED STRAW BALE MUFFIN
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BUZZARD GOING BY
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WHEN YOU’VE ACCIDENTILLY  OVEREXPOSED A PHOTO AND CAN’T GET THE CORRECT COLOR BACK JUST TURN THE PHOTO INTO A BLACK AND WHITE:))
With a quick swing down around Goderich’s harbor and beach area we only stopped long enough to allow some geese across the road and Pheebs to slip out for a ‘peeps’.  A stop at Walmart and we were on our way home with windows partially down enjoying the sounds of farmer’s crops giggling in the fields under a slow steady stream of rain.
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SEEN AT THE BAYFIELD HARBOR A COUPLE DAYS AGO
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HELPING MOM ACROSS THE ROAD IN GODERICH
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DON’T EVEN ASK ME ABOUT  SOME BICYCLISTS!!
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FOREST FERNERY
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A PASTORAL SCENE
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I DON’T THINK THIS BICYCLE HAS BEEN RIDDEN FOR AWHILE
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We were home before ten and into the house.  Well what to do, what to do,on a dull rainy Sunday.   Well it’s amazing sometimes what boredom can do to a fella so I grabbed a pencil and piece of paper opened my closets and drawers and commenced counting my clothes.  Do you know I have 21 winter shirts, 23 summer shirts, 14 pairs of pants including winter, summer, and track.  Five summer jackets, 4 winter jackets, and 10 pairs of assorted footwear for all seasons.  Four vests, 4 sets of PJ’s, 14 short and long sleeve T-shirts, and 1 bathrobe.  Six cowboy hats and 6 baseball hats.   Five pairs of gloves with 3 of them being for winter and the other two for motorcycling.  Oh ya, I don’t have a motorcycle anymore.  Two yellow raincoats.  I probably have about 15 pairs of socks and underwear numbering somewhere in the thousands.  Underwear seems to last forever eh.  I think I had better seriously plan on a big load going to the Goodwill store soon.  Maybe an even bigger load going to the dump!!
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<<<<< I’M THINKING THESE PINK FLOWERS GROWING WILD MAY BE PHLOX
Although pretty crappy out at least it’s pleasantly cooler and we have been way overdue for a good all day rain.  Brown lawns will hopefully turn green again and for sure it will greatly help my newly planted grass seed.  Nice to get the rain barrel filled up again as well.  (As I post this tonight rain has ended and skies are clearing)
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SUMMER PONDS
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ON THE TRAIL
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AN OLD ABANDONED CAMPFIRE RING
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I am behind posting my Kindle reading interests for the past couple months.  Below is a list of the books that have helped me pass the time and kept me enthralled.  Probably not too interesting to most folks but totally entertaining and fascinating to me.  They are all factual history.
- Unsung Eagles: True Stories off America's Citizen Airmen in the Skies of World War 2 by Jay A Stout
- Young Man You'll Never Die" A World War II Fighter Pilot In North Africa, Burma & Malay by Merton Nadler
- 'If You Survive': From Normandy To The Battle Of The Bulge by George Wilson
- 'A Pilot's Passion': The Story of ‘Dimsie’ by Donald Stones
- 'Letter To A New Grandson': The story of a WW2 Lancaster Pilot by Wally Kasper
- 'Six Weeks Of Blenheim Summer':  One Pilot’s Extraordinary Account of the Battle of France by Alastair Panton
'Fighter Boys': Saving Britain 1940 by Patrick Bishop
- 'Sounds From Another Room': Mosquito Pilot by Peter Horsley
- 'The Silver Spitfire': The Legendary WW2 RAF Fighter Pilot in his own words by Tom Neil
- 'Hurricane' : The Last Witnesses by Brian Milton
- 'Typhoon Pilot by Desmond Scott
- 'Sailor Malan': Battle of Britain Legend
- 'Fighter': The True Story of the Battle of Britain by Len Deighton
- 'Hawker Typhoon': The Combat History by Richard Townsend Bickers
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Due to today’s inclement weather the day turned out not so swell for Ben, Bri, and their two boys over at Deer Park Lodge.  Stuck in a small cabin with thoughts of a sunny day at the beach down the drain it was a challenge for them to think of things to do to keep the boys entertained.  They went bowling and later they dropped the boys off for an hour or so while they browsed around downtown Bayfield. Everyone survived.
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KELLY MAKES HOT CHOCOLATE FOR THE BOYS
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SHE HANDS THEM THEIR HOT CHOCOLATE MUGS AND HAS THEM POSE FOR PICTURES
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KAI IN BLUE AND DARION IN RED
DSC_9526‘IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE PICTURE OF ME MISTER I’M GONNA DROP-KICK YA RIGHT IN THE SHINS >>>
GROANER’S CORNER:(( Now here’s a little something to consider before Christmas rolls around in another 5 months.  Santa is a Woman!!
I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she.  Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off! For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they – with amazing calm – call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree.   Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th-hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman.  Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.
Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted, and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh, amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.  Even if the male Santa did have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost in the snow and clouds, and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.
Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.  Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
- Men can't pack a bag.
- Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
- Men would feel their masculinity is threatened, having to be seen with all those elves.
- Men don't answer their mail.
- Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described, even in jest, as anything remotely resembling a “bowlful of jelly.”
- Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.  I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men. Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy. Cupid flies around carrying weapons. Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers. Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance.
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3 comments:

  1. Love that over-exposure suggestion. I'll borrow that, thank you! And I love the photo of the cobwebs on the bike handle. Good eye Al! Your blog is terrific .. entertaining, educational, gorgeous, and fun.

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  2. This not really great weather for a small cabin at the beach, but looks like they did alright and a visit with you guys as well.
    I went through my clothes yesterday as well, A large garbage bag full of shirts, shorts and shoes off to the thrift store today.
    Nice photo of Pheebs.

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  3. You had me at "herd of turtles in a cloud of heifer dust" - my first smile of the day ! Goes great with my coffee. Thanks, Al. 🐦😁🌷

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