After Thursday evening's rain, our temperatures dropped off a bit leaving us with a cooler cloudy morning. But, no matter, any morning without ice and snow, and freezing temperatures is a bonus. By late morning skies began clearing leaving us with blue skies and big white puffy clouds. Pheebs and I took Subie to Goderich for gas. Coffee to go at McDonalds, then down around the harbor and Rotary Cove we went snapping a few pics along the way. Following that we dropped into a busy Zehrs Supermarket, picked up a few things, and got the heck out of town. This is our Thanksgiving long week-end so people were frantically scrambling around all over the place for last-minute Thanksgiving stuff. Pheebs and I were back home shortly before noon......but not for long.SEEN IN WELLESLEY ONTARIO THIS AFTERNOON
THIS LADY IN BLACK TOLD THIS GODERICH WORKER THAT SHE HEARD BLACKBEARD HAD BURIED A TREASURE CHEST HERE ON THE BEACH AND HE'S DIGGING FOR IT:)) |
RIGHT OUT OF YESTERYEAR |
NICE CAR FOR SURE |
KELLY AND SABRA
The Mennonite-operated Schmidtsville Restaruant is located in Wellesley and Kelly had called them earlier and ordered a couple turkey dinners with all the fixins to take home for supper. And, she ordered a third dinner for our good neighbor Monica. We had been to this restaurant a year ago around this time and met our good friends Richard and Gayle there for lunch. So, with Mennonite ladies in the kitchen, we knew the food was good. We picked up our take-out food and with a pit stop for Pheebs in a Park across from the restaurant, we were soon on our way home. Oh my, what a beautiful early Autumn afternoon it was and I noticed the countryside's leaves were finally beginning to display their colorful Autumn finery. We rolled into our driveway at 4 p.m. and Kelly wasn't long in heading to her room for a big rest. And, I felt a little tired myself.......... SUCH A LOVELY DAY TO BE OUT AND ABOUT IN THE COUNTRYSIDE
SCHMIDSTVILLE RESTAURANT ON LEFT AND THE WELLESLEY FEED MILL ON RIGHT
AS PART OF HER STRENGTH-BUILDING PROGRAM I THINK KELLY IS CARRYING BRICKS IN THAT SADDLE BAG |
A NICE PIT STOP AREA FOR PHEEBS |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A drunken Irishman gets on a train and asks the conductor how long the trip is between Limerick to Cork. "About two hours," says the conductor. "Okay," says the drunkard, "then how long is the trip between Cork to Limerick?" The irate conductor says to the drunk, "It's still about two hours, laddie. Why'd ya think there'd be a difference?" "Well," says the drunk, "it's only a week between Christmas and New Year's, but it's a helluva long time between New Year's and Christmas!" THE WELLESLEY FEED MILL
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- Have you heard about Waldo? He went abroad and found himself.
- I’ve written a book about falling down a staircase. It’s a step-by-step guide.
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Q: Why are books so afraid of their sequels?
A: Because they always come after them.
Q: What do you call 2,000 mockingbirds?
A: Two kilo mockingbird.
Q: Why was the library so tall?
A: Because it had a lot of stories.
Q: Why are writers always cold?
A: Because they’re surrounded by drafts.
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- “My fear of roses is a thorny issue. I'm not sure what it stems from, but it seems likely I'll be stuck with it.”
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