|A BIG WAVE FROM THE YOUNG OWNER OF TULIP LANE FARM JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM US WHERE ALL THOSE CUTE HIGHLAND CATTLE LIVE|
|OH-OH SOMETHING'S MISSING HERE AND I THINK IT'S SCOOTER|
We picked up Scooter at about 5:45 p.m. at the Bayfield Garage. A fuel line at the fuel filter had broken. A 10mm nylon line and a fuel line connector corrected the problem and how nice to drive Scooter home without the smell of gas permeating the air.
HALF A DOZEN WILD TURKEYS DUCKED INTO THE FOREST HERE AND I MISSED EVERY ONE OF THEM
After seeing Kelly's extremely low hemoglobin numbers from her blood test last week her concerned London doctor phoned this afternoon and wants her at London's University Hospital first thing in the morning for two blood transfusions, and an iron infusion. She will be there until at least 2 p.m. and it wouldn't surprise me if they kept her there longer for more tests. Upon dropping her off, Pheebs and I will quickly hustle ourselves out of the city and hit some new and scenic country back roads for a slow and relaxing photo drive back home to await an afternoon phone call from Kelly telling me when to come and pick her up.
PICKING UP SCOOTER AT THE BAYFIELD GARAGE LATE THIS AFTERNOON
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A little boy walked up to home plate in an empty baseball field, with his bat and ball in hand. As he threw the ball up in the air, he proclaimed, "I am the best ball player ever!" He swung with all his might, but missed. He did the same thing and missed again. He picked up the ball, tossed it up one more time, said "I am the best ball player in the world!" Then he swung and missed again. "Wow!" he said. "What a pitcher!"
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