HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR A SUBSTANTIALLY STIFF AFTERNOON BREEZE

When I saw our outside thermometer sitting at 70F at 7 a.m. this morning, I knew it was probably going to be an inside afternoon for me.  With the sun shining and heating up the already moist air we were for sure in for a humidity-driven cooker.  Needing to renew a subscription Walmart, Pheebs and I headed off to Goderich. Grabbed a coffee to go at McDonalds and rolled down around the harbor.  I was surprised to see four large ships in the small port.  A few days ago I had a photo of two ships on the horizon with one transferring its cargo of salt to the other.  The reason for this is that the Algoma Intrepid had one propellor blade completely sheared off with the other blade bent.  After the ship was towed back into Goderich's harbor work crews soon arrived and over the next few days a whole new propellor has been installed on the Intrepid already.  I would liked to have seen that but I did see some pictures of it on the Goderich SunSet Facebook Page

 THE ALGOMA INTREPID 

THE ALGOMA NIAGARA TAKING ON A LOAD OF SALT AT THE GODERICH SALT MINE

 I DON'T THINK I'VE SEEN THE POLSTEAM DABIE IN GODERICH'S PORT BEFORE

 THE POLSTEAM DABIE IS DOCKED AT THE GODERICH GRAIN TERMINAL

 HEY, THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN ON THE POLSTEAM DABIE

In the meantime while in Goderich skies had clouded over with a few drops of rain in the air.  Now, it is not often if hardly ever, that you will hear me say this, 'BUT' I was happy to see clouds blocking out the Sun because if they had not, it would have been a hot and sticky day.  Without the Sun, temperatures dropped a bit, and with a strong wind blowing, it turned out to be a very refreshing and doable Wednesday morning.

 CHILDREN'S PLAY AREA AT GODERICH'S SAINT CHRISTOPHER'S BEACH

 AT ROTARY COVE I SPOTTED THREE WINDSURFERS OBVIOUSLY HAVING A BLAST IN TODAY'S HIGH WINDS

 HEY MIKE WAY OUT THERE IN MONTANA, WHO SAID COWBOYS CAN'T WINDSURF

Back up out of the harbor area and after a few quick stops at Home Hardware, Walmart, and the Canadian Tire Store, Pheebs and I weren't long in following our intermittent windshield wipers all the home.  Skies later cleared allowing the Sun through so I stayed inside basking in the cool confines of our A/C.  But, here's the good news for me and probably not many others.....Beginning tomorrow our temps drop down into the mid 60s and basically stay there for the next two weeks.  Ya Ya I know.....I'm an oddball. (And darn proud of it too:))

 'HEY LOOK MA, ONE HAND'

GOING UP

 ''OH OH'

 HEADING DOWN

 WITH HIS SUN GLASSES WELDED TO HIS HEAD HE TRIES TO STICK THE LANDING

 OOOOOPS

 'OOOOOH THIS WATER'S COLD AND YA, THEY'RE WELDED TO MY HEAD

Kelly has a dentist appointment in Exeter Thursday morning so 'yay', it's another road trip and trail walk for Pheebs and I.

 SEEN IN GODERICH THIS MORNING

 AND THERE GOES GRANDPA WITH HIS CIGAR CLENCHED FIRMLY BETWEEN HIS TEETH, TIM HORTONS COFFEE IN HAND, AND HIS VERY MUCH MOST FAVORITIST LITTLE GRAND RIGHT BEHIND HIM......OH, AND DID YOU SEE THE DOGGY??

I'm still having problems with my 'Blogger' program.  It's gone kind of wonky and unpredictable.  I thought we had the font color problem figured out but it didn't last.  The Blogger problem is occurring on all three of our computers so we know it's a Blogger issue and not a computer issue.  If the problems continue to worsen and Blogger makes no effort to fix it then my blog is in jeopardy.  If Blogger goes down, I have no options.  And no, I have zero interest in trying to switch things to Word Press.  Tried it once and once was enough.  If Blogger crashes then that is the end of my blogging days.  Is anyone else using Blogger having these same problems?? 

 A BUSY WEDNESDAY MORNING FARMER

With my four-foot-tall three-speed fan going full tilt about ten feet from my sunroom recliner I spent a most relaxed afternoon tipped back in my chair with my nose well into a new book.  Last week I had started another book by Lucy Maude Montgomery but about halfway through the first chapter the story began to sound familiar.  By the time I reached the second chapter, I knew I had read this book before, but under a different title.  So, without further ado, I quickly traded this book in on another Lucy Maude Montgomery book series called, The Complete Emily Starr Trilogy: Emily of New Moon + Emily Climbs + Emily's Quest.  It again takes place on Canada's Prince Edward Island and is part and parcel of the many books LMM wrote about the Island based on her popular 'Anne Of Green Gables' books.  These whimsical tales of fanciful fiction always merrily carry me off to a land and a time far flung from all the daily trials, tribulations, and travesties of today's reality.

 PHEEBS AND I HEADING OUT THIS AFTERNOON

Had it not been for a substantially stiff afternoon breeze successfully lessening the Sun's heat and the air's humidity, Pheebs and I would not have made it out for an afternoon walk.  Only one turtle to be seen on the Park's pond.        

 THIS LITTLE PAINTED TURTLE HAS A SNAIL COMPANION

Al's Music Box:)) Sunday Will Never Be The Same  is a 1967 song by the American band Spanky and Our Gang from their self-titled debut album.  The song was written by Terry Cashman and Gene Pistilli and borrows an interlude from the French carol “Les Anges Dans Nos Campagnes”. The arrangement is by Jimmy Wisner.  As with most of the band’s hit singles, producer Jerry Ross used a group of session musicians to provide the instrumental backing track while the rest of the group members provided lead and background vocals. Session personnel on this record included Vinnie Bell, Al Gorgoni, Hugh McCracken, Charles Macey on guitar, Paul Griffin on piano, Artie Butler on harpsichord, Joe Macho on bass, Bobby Gregg and Al Rogers on drums, Joe Macho, Irving Spice, Louis Stone, Ray Free, Matthew Raimondi, Lou Haber on violins, Artie Kaplan on flute, and Seymour Barab and Maurice Bialkin on cellos. Additional instruments were also played by Samuel Casale, Charles Naclerio, Joe Renzetti, and Jimmy Wisner.

GROANER'S CORNER:((  There's a man named Ralph who goes into a bar, looking very depressed. A friend approaches him and asks, "Why the long face, Ralph?"  "Oh, I'm just bored. I know every person in the entire world now, and there's just nothing left to challenge me."  His friend says, "No, you can't know everyone. Do you know Paul McCartney?"  He says, "Sure, Paul's an old friend of mine. Here, I'll show you." He goes over to a phone, and dials a number. His friend overhears a British accent, "Hey Ralph, how ya doing?"  He talks for a while, but when Ralph hangs up, his friend is not really sure that it was Paul McCartney on the other end of the line, so he asks him if he knows the president.  Ralph says, "Sure, we go way back." This time he lets him listen in as he calls a private number. It sounds like the president on the other end of the line, and they go into a big discussion of the current economic scene, and Ralph offers a few suggestions. Drawing the conversation to a close, Ralph wishes him well and hangs up.  His friend is a little dumbfounded at this point. "Well, there must be someone that you don't know." He goes over a few more people in his mind, and thinks, 'He can't possibly know the Pope. After all, he's a Protestant.'  But Ralph claims to know him, so to convince himself otherwise, his friend decides to fly both himself and Ralph to the Vatican to get positive proof of Ralph's conviction.  So they arrive at the Vatican, and Ralph suggests that his friend wait out in St. Peter's Square until Ralph has cleared things with the Pope. He's standing in the courtyard, when who walks out onto the balcony of the private residence, arm in arm with the Pope, but Ralph.  Ralph looks down, sees that his friend has apparently passed out, and runs down to see what can be done for him. "What happened to you? Couldn't you accept the fact that I really do know the Pope?"  "No, I'd begun to accept that possibility. But what really took my breath away was some stranger standing next to me who said, 'Who's that guy standing there with Ralph?'"

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A man takes his place in the theater, but his seat is too far from the stage.  He whispers to the usher, "This is a mystery, and I have to watch a mystery close up. Get me a better seat, and I'll give you a handsome tip."  The usher moves him into the second row, and the man hands the usher a quarter.  The usher looks at the quarter, leans over and whispers, "The wife did it."

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