Just me in the Jeep this morning heading east for the Tim Horton coffee shop in Seaforth Ontario where I was meeting a good buddy for a coffee at ten o'clock. Jim and I have been the best of friends for over 47 years now and I have written many times about our coffee blow-outs over my blogging years. At one time we drank multiple coffees at these three, four, and five-hour get-togethers but nowadays Jim doesn't drink coffee anymore and has switched to orange juice. I only have one small decaffeinated coffee and we limit ourselves to three hours. Firmly toned butt muscles are a thing of the long distant past and those hard plastic Horton bench seats show no mercy to aging Grumpsters like us guys who some folks refer to as Statler and Waldorf . It's always good talking to Jim and you can find him at Lifetime Sentences or Facebook.
|HMMMM, METHINKS IT MIGHT BE EASTER|
|SEAFORTH'S TIM HORTONS WHERE JIM AND I USUALLY TAKE UP RESIDENCE FOR A FEW HOURS BY THOSE THREE BIG WINDOWS ON THE LEFT|
|THAT IS PROBABLY WINTER WHEAT GREENING UP OUT THERE|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Lost on a rainy night, a nun stumbles across a monastery and requests shelter there. Fortunately, she's just in time for dinner and was treated to the best fish and chips she's ever had. After dinner, she goes into the kitchen to thank the chefs. She is met by two brothers, "Hello, I'm Brother Michael, and this is Brother Charles." "I'm very pleased to meet you. I just wanted to thank you for a wonderful dinner. The fish and chips were the best I've ever tasted. Out of curiosity, who cooked what?" Brother Charles replied, "Well, I'm the fish friar." She turns the other brother and says, "Then you must be...?" "Yes, I'm the chip monk."
Not a single person asked if I could run fast in my new shoes today...Being an adult is stupid.