It's probably been nearly ten years since I last had a job to go to and I am quite alright with that. I don't miss those early morning starts and the responsibilities jobs carry with them. There really isn't anything about working that I miss. I much prefer every day waking up, making my own decisions, and knowing I am in charge of what I do today instead of somebody else being in charge and making decisions for what I do today. These thoughts came to me this morning as I snugly awoke in my comfy recliner. Dawn came slowly revealing outside our living room window another dull and overcast November day. Hardly a leaf could I see on the grey branches of our trees as an icy cold morning wind tossed the tree tops about. The 26F temperature had a wind chill factor of 13F. Not a nice morning to be outside but outside we did go. Even after all these years since I last worked I still cannot start the day by sitting in the house. There is something inside me that has to get outside, climb into a vehicle and go someplace. It doesn't have to be far or with a purposeful destination. I just simply have to get out and go somewhere. I cannot fathom starting a day by sitting around the house doing nothing. Those kinds of days may one day come soon enough and force me to do that, but until that day comes, I'm a gettin up and goin somewhere while I still can:))
LAKE HURON WATERS AT BAYFIELD'S BEACH
All three of us in the Jeep this morning heading into Bayfield. No, we weren't going to the Christmas Parade. Kelly had books to pick up at the library. From there it was off to Foodland followed by a third stop at Farm Little where Kelly picked up a rump roast, a chicken, and some ground beef. Leaving there, we swung down around Bayfield's beach before heading home. And the best thing about coming home on cold blustery days like this is opening the door and walking into a nice snugly warm house:))
|DOWNTOWN BAYFIELD IS ALL GEARED UP FOR THE SANTA CLAUSE PARADE|
|COFFEE, HOT CHOCOLATE, JUICE, TATER TOTS, AND MORE ARE READY TO FO FOR CHILLY PARADEGOERS|
|FARM LITTLE AT BAYFIELD'S EASTERN LIMITS ON MILL ROAD|
|LOOKING AROUND FOR PHOTOS WHILE WAITING FOR KELLY I SPOTTED AN OLD GRAY BUILDING THROUGH THE TREES|
|HERE COMES KELLY NOW AND IT LOOKS LIKE SHE MIGHT BE SINGING A CHRISTMAS CAROL| THIS FRUSTRATED SQUIRREL IS SITTING ON THE STUB OF A BRANCH I HAD CUT OFF FRIDAY HE SAT THERE FOR A LONG TIME STARING AT THE BIRD STATION HE COULDN'T REACH ANYMORE HERE ARE FOUR OF ABOUT HALF A DOZEN SQUIRRELS THAT HANG OUT IN OUR YARD THOSE LITTLE CHAPS ARE DARK-EYED JUNCOS AND WE HAD ABOUT THIRTY OF THEM OUT THERE AT ONE POINT
At the time of posting this tonight, it is 27F with a wind chill factor of 12F. At least it isn't snowing. Looks like this cold spell will snap by Wednesday with some sunshine and above-freezing temperatures for a week or so after that. Can we all spell H.E.A.T.-W.A.V.E.:)))))
I'M 'GUESSING' THIS PLUMP LITTLE FELLOW AT A PURPLE FINCH
GROANER'S CORNER:(( An actor had been out of work for years because he always forgot his lines. One day he got a phone call from a director who wanted him for an important part in a play. All the actor had to say was, “Hark! I hear the cannon roar!" Opening night arrived, and while he waited in the wings, the actor muttered to himself, “Hark! I hear the cannon roar! Hark! I hear the cannon roar!" The time for the entrance finally came. As the actor made his appearance onstage, he heard a loud BOOOOM! He turned around and said, “What the heck was that?”
You know you've reached middle age...
When you're cautioned to slow down by your doctor, instead of by the police.
The Priest was preparing a man for his long day's journey into night. Whispering firmly, the Priest said, "Denounce the devil! Let him know how little you think of him!" The dying man said nothing. The priest repeated his order. Still, the man said nothing. The priest asked, "Why do you refuse to denounce the devil and his evil?" The dying man said, "Until I know for sure where I'm heading, I don't think I ought to aggravate anybody."