THESE ARE ONCE AGAIN STRESSFUL DAYS HERE AT THE BUNCH

 A LARGE OCEAN-GOING SHIP HEADS FOR  GODERICH'S HARBOR AS DOES A LAKE FREIGHTER COMING IN FROM THE RIGHT 

Another nice looking November morning but not such a nice feeling on the skin with 25F temperatures earlier on.  I think we did make it up to an almost tropical 34F later in the day.

EVER WONDER WHERE YOUR HAPPY HALLOWEEN PUMPKINS WENT??  WELL, HERE THEY ARE

 GOING BY I MADE A MENTAL NOTE TO COME HOME THIS WAY AND CHECK THIS SPOT FOR A CORN SPILL...DID THAT HAPPEN? NOPE, FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT OF COURSE

 AREA CORN DRYERS HAVE BEEN GOING FULL-TILT

With a few things to pick up in Goderich, Pheebs and I headed North.  Coffee, the harbor, and a stop at Walmart.  At a second stop at the Canadian Tire Store, I bumped into Richard and within 20 minutes we again had many of the world's problems straightened out.  Of course, by the time I got home later and turned on the news, everything was already in a big mess again:((

 I SPOTTED 5 VESSELS THIS MORNING INCLUDING THE ALGOMA CONVEYOR DOCKED AT THE SALT MINES NORTH PIER

 SOME OF THE VESSELS WERE SO FAR OUT IN THE LAKE THEY APPEARED AS MERE MIRAGES

 I BELIEVE THIS ONE TO BE A FISHING BOAT

 AN FAR OFF INBOUND LAKE FREIGHTER

 NO MIRAGE EFFECTS HERE AS THE SHIPKA HEADS FOR PORT

ABOUT TO PASS THE OUTER BREAKWALL

 BOW TO BOW

 THE TUGBOAT OCEAN A. SIMARD ON THE RIGHT GUIDES THE SHIPKA INTO THE INNER HARBOR TO DOCK AT THE GODERICH GRAIN TERMINAL

We have a very early start Tuesday morning with Kelly having an 8:15 appointment at London's University Hospital.  This appointment will last approximately 4 hours and involves a major stress test as well as a number of other vital tests and things that will determine whether Kelly gets taken off the 'on hold' list for a liver transplant and makes it onto the main list proper.  In other words, Tuesday morning is going to be yet another in a series of 'make or break' days.  Kelly's blood will be mixed with her anonymous donor's blood to determine the compatible degree of antibodies between them.  Now, I do not really understand all the medical stuff or how it works but I think if the donor's blood attacks and overpowers Kelly's blood, then there is no point of doing a liver transplant because it shows Kelly's antibodies would not be strong enough to sustain her in a recovery period.  Another donor would have to be found.  Now, I might have that all bat crazy wrong but you can get the gist of what's going on.  If she does poorly in the major stress test, that could also be a disqualification.  So, as with a couple other previous critical tests and procedures, this latest challenge and outcome will also affect her future in one of two critical ways.  These are once again stressful days here at the Bunch:((      

 PHEEBS FAVORITE SPOT IN THE SUNROOM IN FRONT OF OUR FIREPLACE BESIDE MY RECLINER

Al's Music Box:)) She's Got You by Patsy Cline.   According to the Ellis Nassour biography Honky Tonk Angel: The Intimate Story of Patsy Cline, writer Hank Cochran remembers calling Cline and telling her that he'd just written her next number 1 hit. She told him to come over to her house with a bottle of liquor and play it on the guitar for her and her friend Dottie West who was visiting that afternoon. Cline was emotionally moved by its lyrics and loved the song so much that she learned it that night, calling up her manager and producer to sing it to them over the phone. At her next session, she recorded it. This was a rare instance, as Cline and her producer, Owen Bradley, often disagreed with each other's choice of material. This time, they both agreed they had a hit.

GROANER'S CORNER:((  I went into the office early one morning and switched the M and N keys on everyone's keyboard. Some people will say I'm a monster.  The others will say I'm a nomster.

- I'm going to have to return the camouflage jacket I bought last week...I just can’t see myself wearing it!

- A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, "Say, father, what causes arthritis?"
"Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man." "Well I'll be." the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.  The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long did you have arthritis?"  "Oh, I don't have it father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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