‘YAHOUIE LOUIE’ KELLY’S HOME, KELLY’S HOME:))

Light rains & a chilly overcast this morning so rather than head out and get the Jeep all muddy & our paws all wet in the long Marsh grass we decided to skip our morning outing & stay in puttering about getting a few last minute things tidied up before Kelly gets home.  Air was dead calm with our temperatures sitting on the 50F mark.

SPOTTED TH IS UNUSUAL ROWBOAT IN THE GODERICH HARBOR SATURDAY MORNING

THOUGHT AT FIRST THIS FELLOW WAS ABOUT TO HOIST UP THE ‘JOLLY ROGER’

I THINK IT SAYS ‘TOWNSHIP OF COLBORNE

HERE HE ADJUSTS SOMETHING BUT I’M NOT SURE WHAT IT IS

COULD THAT BE A FISH FINDER, A GPS, MAYBE AN IPAD, LAPTOP ON STICK, HOW ABOUT A REARVIEW MIRROR LOOKING FORWARD????

A HEFTY PULL ON THE OARS AND HE HEADS FOR THE HARBOR MOUTH

WONDER IF THIS STYLE OF BOAT MIGHT BE CALLED A DORRY

IT WAS ABOUT THIS POINT HE SPOTTED ME & GAVE ME A BIG WAVE WHICH I RETURNED

DWARFED BY SIFTO SALT’S LARGE UNDERGROUND MINE COMPLEX THIS FELLOW HEADS FOR OPEN WATER

WONDER IF HE WAS PLANNING ON ROWING ALL THE WAY TO ENGLAND

An email from Kelly rolled in just before noon saying she was stopping for a break at the 401 rest center west of Woodstock so we knew she was back in Canada & would likely be home sometime between 1 and 2 and sure enough the little white car rolled into our driveway at 1:45 p.m.  Well needless to say Pheebs was totally ecstatic as she raced out of the house, cleared the porch steps & hit the ground running tail just a going.  She was sooooooo happy to see Mom home again. 

PHEEBE SPOTS KELLY ROLL IN….”YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY MOM’S HOME”

    

PHEEBS EAGERLY SHOWS KELLY THE NEW FURNACE

Nice to have Kelly home again & our little Bayfield Bunch family is once more together again.  No more sad little doggy faces.  No more sad little doggy Daddy faces either.  Kelly loved the renovations & is so pleased at how everything looks.  It's a good thing she didn't see the big mess going on here a week & a half ago when the furnace guys & carpet installer were here.  Of course we still have a big job ahead in sorting things out & deciding what pieces of furniture to keep as well as a zillion other things but at least the renovation part is behind us now & a job we had been putting off for years is finally done.

A FEW MORE CATCH-UP PHOTOS FROM THE PAST FEW DAYS

Tired tonight so think I'll shorten up on my usual longwinded self & keep the blog short.  Gonna just go curl up in my recliner & let myself fade away for the evening. 

A FEW MORE PHOTOS AFTER SUNDAY NIGHTS STORM HAD ROLLED THROUGH

GROANER’C CORNER:((  It was the kindergarten teachers birthday and the students decided that they would each buy their teacher a gift.  The first student, whose parents own a florist shop, gave her a present. She held it and said "I guess that it is flowers".   "How did you guess?" asked the little boy. She laughed and thanked him.  The second student, whose parents own a candy store, gave her a present. She held it and said, "I guess that is some candy."  "How did you guess?" asked the little boy. She again laughed and thanked him also.  The third student, whose parents own a bottle shop, gave her a box which was leaking. The teacher touched the liquid with her finger and tasted it. "Mmmmm is it wine?" she asked.  "No," said the little girl.
So she tasted it again. "Is it champaigne?" she asked.  "No," replied the little girl, "It is a puppy.

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AL’s Old Scratchings…..  ‘Incident In A Forest’

A Spider spun it's silken vines
Back and forth in magical lines. 

First it went up then it went down 
Then it came back and went all around. 

Soon it was done and paused in the breeze 
Enchantingly silent among the still trees. 

Night passed on and gave way to the Sun
But the Spiders work wasn't quite done. 

For a passing fly in all innocence flew 
Straight into the web and mornings wet dew. 

The Spider advanced with caution and stealth 
To claim it’s victim of bountiful wealth. 

The fly in desperation struggled but knew 
That for it this was a final adieu. 

A struggle ensued in the morning light 
A struggle that lasted on into the night. 

First they went up then they went down 
Then they came back and went all around. 

Finally done they paused in the breeze 
Locked in death among the still trees.