POST NUMBER 4,1O2.....'MORE OF THE SAME'

Some posts flow easy and others not so much.  I do try to keep up with myself and leave some kind of record each day of what's going on in our lives here at the Bayfield Bunch but when uneventful days like today come along it's a real challenge not to make it just another day's slog through the same old daily stuff.

NICE MORNING ALONG GODERICH'S ST. CHRISTOPHER'S BEACH THIS MORNING

BIG TRUCKLOAD OF STRAW BALES HEADING DOWN THE ROAD

I GUESS SOME FOLKS JUST PARK WHEREVER THEY WANT TO

PROBABLY DECORATING FOR A SATURDAY AFTERNOON WEDDING

CAN YOU TELL PHEEBS ALWAYS GETS A SNACK AT GODERICH'S SOLO GAS BAR

Now having said that I can only leave you with more of the same again.  Jeep ride for Pheebs and I to Goderich and back complete with our usual harbor and beach sweep.  Home again I worked away at the van's exterior clean-up for a short while until about noon when it became too hot and miserably sticky for me to stay outside.  Came in the house and that was the end of another day.   Well anything interesting to write about that is.  There's a few medical things going on of course but I've probably been talking way to much about all that stuff lately so I'm making a conscious effort to keep a lid on that for awhile.  So I guess that's it for post number 4,102.....

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man was walking home alone late one night when he hears a BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... behind him. Walking faster he looks back, and makes out the image of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of the street towards him. BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... Terrified, the man begins to run towards his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind him ... faster... faster... BUMP... BUMP... BUMP... He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the coffin crashes through his door, with the lid of the coffin clapping... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP... on the heels of the terrified man. Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the coffin starts breaking down the door. Bumping and clapping towards him. The man SCREAMS and reaches for something heavy, anything .. his hand comes to rest on a large bottle of Robitussin. Desperate, he throws the cough syrup as hard as he can at the apparition... and... the coffin stops!!
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