MEDICALLY SPEAKING, THINGS ARE FINALLY BEGINNING TO HAPPEN

I saw a pinkish sky through the trees when I pulled back our living room curtains this morning.  An encouraging way to start the day.  Feeling confident the Jeep's starting problem has been resolved, Pheebs and I piled into the Libbygator and it was off to Goderich we went.  Our stops this morning included McD's coffee, harbor, the Cove area, and Walmart.  Picked up a few groceries and then headed home with a stop at Richard and Gayles to see how they were doing.  We rolled into our driveway shortly after 11:30.

 THE ALGOMA CONVEYOR WAS IN PORT THIS MORNING TAKING ON A LOAD OF SALT

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME i HAVE SEEN THE MARIA G IN THE PORT OF GODERICH

 THE MARIA G IS A LARGE OCEAN GOING VESSEL

 A LONE CREW MEMBER WATCHES CLOSELY TO MAKE SURE THE LOAD OF GRAIN IT IS LOADING WILL BE DISTRIBUTED EVENLY IN THE SHIP'S HOLD

Our morning clouded over and it stayed that way for the rest of the day and at the time of posting this tonight it is raining.  I had to talk myself out the door this afternoon but once I was out there my energy levels kicked in and I was in full-blown puttering mode for the next couple of hours.  You might wonder what kind of puttering could keep a fella busy outside that long and I must say that I wonder that myself at times.  Yet, there is a whole host of things to do this time of year with Winter looming.  Taped up some outside light connections, three more wheelbarrow loads of pine needles raked and gathered up, two more frogs to the Park's pond and relocated some large rocks and a few wood stumps.  Checked the oil in both vehicles and topped up the windshield washer, plus a dozen other things I can't remember.  And keep in mind that there are noticeable time gaps along the way where I come to a stop between all these putterable things.  That stop is me aggravatingly trying to remember what it was I was going to do next.  Or it's that gap where I frustratingly spend time trying to remember where I left the shovel or the screwdriver, or my hat, or the wheelbarrow, or my frog fishing net, or my shoelaces.  On some days I simply can't remember where I have left my mind.  Then, it's a combination of aggravation and frustration that sets in and leaves me standing there in a quaking state of complete and absolute discaboobulation.  Believe me, you would not want to see me in a state of discaboobulation!!     

 IT IS ALWAYS ENCOURAGING TO SEE SO MANY SENIORS OUT WALKING ALONG THE BOARDWALK

 YOU KNOW GEORGE, YOU COULD AT LEAST CHEER UP FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY

 I'M NOT AN ANIMAL, I AM A BIRD!!

 'NOPE, AND YA AIN'T GONNA MAKE ME PAY EITHER!!!!

 STAY WITHIN THE BUOYS GUYS

 PROBABLY THE LAST GRASS-CUTTING OF THE SEASON

Kelly was in touch with her liver transplant liaison lady at London's University Hospital this morning and was able to find out some info on her recent bile level tests.  In the one crucial test that the liver committee required, a normal number would be between 1 and 10.  Definitely not above 10.  Kelly's Dynacare number from last week was 71 and the number for the same test in London a few days ago was 86.  Amy, the liaison lady said she would call Kelly Monday afternoon with the results of the liver committee's decision after they meet Monday morning.  It's been a long slow process these past years, but it seems now that, medically speaking, things are finally beginning to positively happen.

 SPOTTED THESE HORSES ON THE WAY HOME

 ANOTHER BEAN FIELD DONE GONE

 FEELING A LITTLE SNOOZY

Al's Music Box:)) Sugartown by Nancy Sinatra was a single released in 1966.  This song was written by songwriter-producer Lee Hazelwood.  I like it because it's light and catchy.  You may very well find yourself humming it for the rest of the day:))

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A crumbling old church building needed remodeling, so, during his sermon, the preacher made an impassioned appeal looking directly at the richest man in town.  At the end of the sermon, the rich man stood up and announced, "Pastor, I will contribute $1,000."  Just then, plaster fell from the ceiling and struck the rich man on the shoulder.  He promptly stood back up and shouted, "Pastor, I will increase my donation to $5,000."  Before he could sit back down, plaster fell on him again, and again he virtually screamed, "Pastor, I will double my last pledge."He sat down, and a larger chunk of plaster fell on his head.  He stood up once more and hollered, "Pastor, I will give $20,000!"  This prompted a deacon to shout, "Hit him again, Lord! Hit him again!"

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What’s way worse than Friday the 13th?
Monday the whatever.

How do you know that it’s Friday the 13th?
Everyone will tell you.

I grilled a chicken for two hours...
It still wouldn't tell me why it crossed the road.

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I pulled into the crowded parking lot at the Super Wal-Mart Shopping Center and rolled down the car windows to make sure my Labrador Retriever Pup had fresh air.
She was stretched full-out on the back seat and I wanted to impress upon her that she must remain there. I walked to the curb backward, pointing my finger at the car and saying emphatically, "Now you stay. Do you hear me?"  "Stay! Stay!"  The driver of a nearby car gave me a strange look and said,  "Why don't you just put it in park?"

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