'A-HA' I THOUGHT, THAT HAS TO BE SOME KIND OF AIRCRAFT

PERHAPS A VERY EARLY TOUCH OF AUTUMN

Another fine summer's night for being out and about Monday evening.  Both the Moon and the Planet Venus were the first two prominent objects in the sky after sunset.  As darkness fell, I spotted a bright object low to the horizon to the west.  Too bright for a planet, so out came my binoculars, and I watched this thing for close to ten minutes, trying to logically figure it out. It was yellowish in color with touches of a few red points at the perimeter.  At first thought it was a small aircraft heading my way with its landing lights on.  But, the object never moved.  It did not come closer or move to the right or left.  It just hung in the sky very low above a distant tree line on the far away horizon.  It was due west of me in the direction of Lake Huron.  Finally, it faded and disappeared into the horizon.  Then, as I turned to my left, I saw what looked to be the same object many miles to the south in the direction of Bayfield.  With that, I quickly hauled out my tripod to mount the binoculars on for steadiness.  I watched this object for a while and finally noticed a green light as well.  'A-ha',  I thought, that has to be some kind of aircraft, and sure enough it was.  I estimated it was flying north along the coastline, and I was able to see both of its wing lights, and I think a pulsing white light.  So, I have to assume that the first object I saw was an aircraft as well.  But why so bright and stationary for so long?? Plus, aircraft do not have landing lights facing rearward.  Also, while I had the binoculars on the tripod, I scanned the sky in the direction of the constellation Scorpius and was rewarded with seeing the most satellites I have ever seen.  I think with my poorer vision now I just haven't been seeing them, but with the binoculars focused to each individual eye, the stars were as clear as a bell, and the moving satellites were easy for me to spot.  I'm guessing upwards of a dozen.  How magical it was as I watched the straight-trajectory stars (satellites) flying around in all different directions, crisscrossing and following each other as they trekked across the star-studded night sky....This morning, I was accompanied by both Monarch and little yellow butterflies again on my walk, and if skies clear up a bit, I will be back out under the stars again tonight:))

I WAS HOPING MY iPHONE WOULD HAVE PICKED UP THE PLANET VENUS, BUT IT DIDN'T; JUST THE NEARLY HALF MOON ON THE LEFT

 MY SONY CAM PICKED UP VENUS, AND IT IS THE FAINT DOT AT THE VERY RIGHT SIDE

 WATCHING SATELLITES SEEMINGLY PASS THROUGH THE STARS

Al's Music Box:: Strangers In The Night by Frank Sinatra.

 NO, THAT ISN'T A LITTLE GREEN ALIEN...IT'S A HOSTA LEAF

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A friend asked a gentleman how it is that he never married ? Replied the gentleman, "Well, I guess I just never met the right woman ... I guess I've been looking for the perfect girl." "Oh, come on now," said the friend, "Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry." "Yes, there was one girl .. once. I guess she was the one perfect girl... the only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything .. I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me." "Well, why didn't you marry her," asked the friend. "She was looking for the perfect man," he said.

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Most of growing old is realizing that you don't look as bad as a few years ago as you thought you did, because now it's even worse.

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Adam and Eve had an ideal marriage. He didn't have to hear about all the men she could have married, and she didn't have to hear about the way his mother cooked.

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A group of tourists were looking down into the depths of the Grand Canyon. "Do you know," asked the guide, "that it took millions and millions of years for this great abyss to be carved out?" "Well, I'll be darned," exclaimed one traveler. "I never knew this was a government job."

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A noted biologist, who had been studying little green frogs in a swamp, was stumped. The frog population, despite efforts at predator control, was declining at an alarming rate. A chemist at a nearby college came up with a solution: The frogs, due to a chemical change in the swamp water, simply couldn't stay coupled long enough to reproduce successfully. The chemist then brewed up a new adhesive to assist the frogs' togetherness, which included one part sodium. It seems the little green frogs needed some monosodium glue to mate.

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I'VE HAD A VISITOR ALL DAY AND I'VE CALLED HIM, 'MR. STICKS'

 THIS BEDRAGGLED-LOOKING BLUE JAY HAS JUST CLIMBED OUT OF THE BIRD BATH

Clouds moved into the area Sunday evening, so I decided not to head out anywhere.  Apparently, I missed a spectacular sunset.  Oh well, I'm quite sure it wasn't the only spectacular sunset I've ever missed, or will miss in the future.  With welcome cooler temps upon us, and after my walk this morning, I headed home, hauled out the garden hose, and washed all the sunroom windows.  With that finished, I had myself on a slow putter for the rest of the day.  With clear blue skies overhead at the time of posting this, I will definitely be heading out shortly to my favorite spots:))

BEING A CLOUDY MORNING, IT WAS A GOOD TIME TO CLEAN THE SUNROOM WINDOWS

 I'VE HAD A VISITOR ALL DAY ON THE WALL BESIDE THE KITCHEN DOOR....I CALL THE LITTLE FELLOW 'MR. STICKS' AND I ASSURED HIM HE WOULD NOT BE HARMED AND COULD STAY FOR AS LONG AS HE LIKED

 THE BEDRAGGLED BLUE JAY TRIED TO HIDE FROM MY CAMERA BEHIND SOME TREE LEAVES, BUT HE FORGOT TO HIDE HIS TAIL FEATHERS

 AHHHH YES, THERE HE IS NOW

Al's Music  Box:: Longer by Dan Fogelberg.

 YIKES, NO WONDER HE WAS TRYING TO HIDE FROM MY CAMERA

GROANER'S CORNER:(( The little Moron said to his doctor, 'You have to help me; I hurt all over.' 'What do you mean?' said the doctor. The  little Moron touched his right knee with his index finger and yelled, 'Ow, that hurts.' Then he touched his left cheek and again yelled, 'Ouch! That hurts, too.' Then he touched his right earlobe. 'Ow, even that hurts.' The doctor asked the little Moron, 'Are you a natural Moron?' 'Why yes,' he said. 'I thought so,' said the doctor. 'You have a sprained finger.'

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HOW MANY ZEN BUDDHISTS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHTBULB?
A: Three. One to change the lightbulb, one not to change the lightbulb, and one to neither change nor not change the lightbulb.
HOW MANY EPISCOPALIANS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHTBULB?
A: Eight. One to call the electrician, and seven to say how much they liked the old one better.
HOW MANY UNITARIANS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHTBULB?
A: The Unitarians wish to issue the following statement: "We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a lightbulb; however, if in your own journey you have found that lightbulbs work for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship with your lightbulb, and present it next month at our annual lightbulb Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of lightbulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three-way, long-life and tinted, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence."
HOW MANY PENTECOSTALS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHTBULB?
A: Ten. One to change the bulb and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness.

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A little Moron made several attempts to sell his old car. He was having a lot of problems finding a buyer because the car had 340,000 miles on it. He discussed his problem with another little Moron that he worked with at a bar. The other little Moron suggested, "There may be a chance to sell that car easier, but it's not going to be legal." "That doesn't matter at all," replied the little Moron. "All that matters it that I am able to sell this car." "Alright," replied his friend. In a quiet voice, he told the little Moron: "Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldn't be a problem to sell your car." The following weekend, the little Moron took a trip to the mechanic on his friend's advice. About one month after that, the friend saw the little Moron and asked, "Did you sell your car?" "Heck No!" replied the little Moron. "Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on it."

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