MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER

 GRASSES AND WINTER WHEAT FIELDS ARE GETTING GREENER BY THE DAY

Sunshine beamed through our living room window this morning and I felt the Sun's warming rays tickling my energy levels.  A country road walk for Pheebs and I and we were home again.  With a number of outside tasks held up by crappy weather, I was anxious to get something done for a change.  First on the list was to hook the utility trailer to the Jeep and then slide around and pick up a few small piles of brush that have been sitting beside the road for over a week.  By the time I threw on a bunch of pine needles and branches a neighbor had sitting by her driveway I pretty much had a full load.  Down to our Park's recycling area I went and unloaded it all.  By the time I had that done I unexpectantly seemed to be out of energy already and to add to that, my hip was bothering me again.  Home again I unhooked the utility trailer, went into the house and had myself a big double scoop of peanut butter.  From there it was down the hall to our Sunroom I went to stretch out in my recliner and think about the coming future for the Bayfield Bunch.  Maybe I should exchange the word 'think' for the word 'worry'.  Can't help it, it's the age, stage, and circumstances we are facing right now just like countless other people our age.  Thankfully, after a short time of thinking, my mind kindly and sympathetically anesthetized my brain and rendered it mercifully unconscious with a healthy injection of zzzzzzzzzz's.  An hour later I was up and out the door.  Took Scooter for a spin to unsquare the tires and then worried for a while about what to do about our little 2002 24' Class C Chevy Winnebago Itasca.  Cleaned Scooter's cab glass and dried the awning after returning.  Getting my mind off Scooter's future I later raked up some more backyard pine needles and totally dismantled our winter bird station which I had taken down over a month ago.  I replaced it with a smaller and simpler bird station at that time.  With both my legs continuing to give me grief and both my mental and physical batteries drained, I finally came inside and flopped into my living room recliner to once again contemplate the day.  Observing both myself and Kelly moving around today with our ramped-up aches and pains it was obvious we were both shuffling around like two really old people in slow motion.  Anybody looking in and seeing us would have immediately called the 'old folks home' bus to come and take us away which reminds me of a goofy song from many years ago....They're Coming To Take Me Away   In our case, they would be coming to take US away:((  Maybe tomorrow will be better:))   Ya right, good luck with that one!!     

 A FARM LANE ON OUR WAY TO OUR WALKING SPOT THIS MORNING

 ANOTHER LOAD OF YARD WASTE FOR OUR PARK'S RECYCLE AREA

 DRYING OUT SCOOTER'S AWNING

 THIS LITTLE CHAP LOOKS FAMILIAR BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER HIS NAME 

 A MOURNING DOVE ON OUR FEEDER THIS MORNING

Al's Music Box:))  Cats In The Cradle by Harry Chapin from the album 'Verities and Balderdash'.  1974

 ANOTHER LONG FARM LANE

GROANER'S CORNER:))  A priest from Ireland was assigned to a Texas diocese.  One morning, Father O'Malley rose from his bed. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this:  "Good morning, this is Sergeant Jones, how might I help you?"  "And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Brigid's . There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn. Would ye be so kind as to send a couple O yer lads to take care of the matter?"  Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, "Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of last rites!"  There was dead silence on the line for a long moment.  Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.

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