Sunday, July 08, 2018

WELL, AREN’T WE??

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Mornings are still pleasantly cool so I loaded up little Doggy Woggins and it was off to the Hullett Marsh we headed to take ourselves for a walk.  No Deer Flies in the air but a few pesky Mosquitos were out buzzing around in the shady forest.  Just enough to get my arms a swinging a few times.

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After the Marsh we slipped ourselves down through Seaforth Ontario where I picked up a few groceries as well as a two dollar roast beef and cheese sandwich on sale.  We don’t do Tuna Subs any more because Mr. Submarine has become too expensive.  Took the scenic route home with little to no traffic anywhere because of it being a quietly peaceful Sunday morning.  Quietly peaceful works for me every time these days.

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SOMETIMES WE ALMOST HIDE THE JEEP TOO WELL

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SPOTTED THIS CHAP ON OUR WAY HOME EARLIER TODAY…..NICE CAR BUT I DON’T KNOW THE MAKE OR YEAR

With our continuing dry spell and temperatures on the rise again I had to add some water here and there around the property this afternoon to keep a few things from turning brown and dying.  Green is the life color in these here parts.

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ON ONE OF OUR RECENT FOREST TREKS WE CAME ACROSS THIS CUTE LITTLE AIRSTREAM TRAILER…..LOVE THOSE TINTED WRAP AROUND WINDOWS

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I LIKE THE FACT THIS UNIT APPEARS TO HAVE BOTH A SIDE AND REAR DOOR

RV travel talk has pretty much dried up at our house so not much to say there I guess.  At least we’re keeping our rig for now.  Summer is already quickly slipping by and I’m Okay with that.  No major dilemmas on the horizon that I can think of or worry about but of course I do worry anyway wondering why there are no current dilemmas on the horizon.  A few things going on in our Park but guess we’ll just roll with the punches on that one.  My physical health seems reasonably stable so no worries or complaints there yet.  Kelly’s doing Okay but she does have her days.  Pheebs of course is little Miss Happy 24 hours a day every day.   I wished I was a dog.  Also wish I could get off this roller coaster I’m on that takes me through these daily ups and downs of mine.  Can’t imagine what it must feel like to wake up every day and feel on top of the world.  I seem to rebound around like an emotional ping pong ball.  Never totally depressed for any long length of time but never totally happy either.  The highs are not as high as they once were but the lows can be just as low as they always were.  I’m always thinking, always wondering, and always asking myself questions.  Many times I seem to be impatient and frustrated more with myself  than others.  And sometimes I look up and seriously say, ‘Beam me up Scotty’.  But, in the grand scheme of things I’m probably more normal than I give myself credit for and I base that on a lot of honest conversations I’ve had with many people over these long years.  A lot of folks will have you believe their lives are happily wonderful until you engage them in a deeply personal conversation, reach in deep, and drag some true and rare honesty out of them.  Oh we’re quite a bunch of interesting humanoids here on this Planet Earth aren't we.  Well, aren’t we??

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GROANER’S CORNER:(( An elderly priest was speaking to a younger priest. "You had a good idea to replace the first four pews with plush bucket theatre seats. It worked like a charm! The front of the church always fills first now."As the young priest nodded, the old priest continued, “You also told me to assign a little more beat to the music because it would bring young people back to church. So, I supported you when you bought in that rock ‘n’ roll Gospel choir. Now, our services are consistently packed.“"Thank you, Father," answered the young priest. "I am pleased that you are open to the new ideas of youth.""All of these ideas have been well and good," said the elderly priest. "But, I'm afraid you've gone too far with the drive-thru confessional." "But Father," protested the young priest. "My confessions and donations have nearly doubled since I began that!""Yes," replied, the elderly priest. "I appreciate that, but the flashing neon sign, ‘Toot 'n’ Tell or Go to Hell’ cannot stay on the church roof!"

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A teacher was taking her first golf lesson.
"Is the word spelled 'put' or 'putt'?" she asked the instructor."  'Putt' is correct," he replied.
"'Put' means to place a thing where you want it. 'Putt' means a klutzy but unsuccessful attempt to do the same thing."

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15 comments:

  1. I think it is a 39 Pontiac? Love your blog

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  2. Nice that weather is nicer now and you can get out with no deer flies.
    I feel like something is wrong wth me, waking up every day, on top of the world, So glad that I woke up and feel great, but then I guess I am one pf those lucky ones.
    It can always be worse it my opinion.

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  3. Especially like the photos of the long lane with the canopy of trees - and Pheebs is just the icing on the cake. She always seems to know where she's going. 😳

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  4. If honest, most people will admit they do not wake up on top of the world. That’s what coffee is for. And it’s only occasionally effective...requiring additional infusions (or other caffeine or sugar inputs) throughout the day. Getting up, getting outside, and moving is crucial for enhancing mood. For some, a certain amount of daily interaction with people helps — even if just through brief pleasantries shopping, ordering food, etc. Social skills become rusty and awkward if one spends weeks in solitary pursuits. But online public engagement, as in blogs, social media, tweets, et al. have become modern ways to remain somewhat engaged with others (even if hundreds of faithful blog followers rarely comment).
    Will be interesting to see if you again delay or dismiss fall RV plans until the cold weather settles in and you face months being snowbound. The warmth and dryness of the SW might become irresistible, despite the inconvenience of closing up and heading out.
    Hang on to the motorhome until you’ve skipped a full year, to be certain you’re done with it. A smaller RV is a test you’ve already tried and disliked, so returning to that idea likely unwise.
    The crossroads we face in life are difficult and never well-timed. Your thoughts as you and Kelly mull over these issues interest many readers dealing with similar decisions.

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    1. Not sure I care for this comment as there is a slight "holier than thou" undertone. I appreciate the courage and honesty of your blog which often hits me very close to home. Your words and stories paint a picture and express your mind - but it is your photos that reveal your heart. Thank you, Al. 🌷🐸🐦

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    2. For what it's worth, I agree and I do not see any "holier than thou" undertone here. Thank you.

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  5. Al. Worried about Jim Hagarty,is he alright. I know there was a death in the family.

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    1. Jim is Okay and I will likely be having coffee with him one day this week. His younger brother died.

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    2. Thanks please let him know that we're saddened by his loss and miss his great posts.

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  6. The Base Camp is the smallest of the Airstream trailers and great for the place that you saw it. Very compact, but as everything you need. We do sell a few of them each year.

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  7. Sweet little Airstream! Love the bright light through the fern - it looks so cheerful. Being in a state of flux is difficult for anyone, more so for those suffering from depression. I have no pearls of wisdom other than to encourage you to continue sharing your own honesty with others.

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  8. You definitely are more normal than you give yourself credit for!

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    1. If my husband and I are any indication, you definitely are more normal than you give yourself credit for.

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