'YAHOUIE LOUIE'...... KELLY'S HOME:))))

 WITH WINTER APPROACHING,  I NOTICED OUR FRONT YARD SQUIRRELS RAMPING UP THEIR PLANS FOR GETTING AT THE BIRDFEEDERS

Five o'clock in the morning comes early when one's mind still has not adjusted to the time change from a couple weeks ago.  It makes for a long day and last night I think I was sound asleep before I even made my way from the sunroom to the living room.  I woke up in the night with my lap humming away on top of me again.  Oh well, we're over halfway through November already and it's only 106 days of 5 a.m. awakenings before switching back to Standard Time on March 2nd, 2025.  'Senior Alert'.  Better mark that date on your calendar right now folks while you're thinking about it.  Well, that is if you remembered to pick up a new 2025 calendar that is.  Okay, so make a note to yourself to pick up a new calendar.  Whaddya mean ya can't remember where you left yer pencils!!

 THIS FRONT YARD BUNNY BLENDS IN WELL WITH THE BACKGROUND

Kelly sent this 'oh-oh' email last night....."They just posted signs by the elevators saying 'No Visitors', Covid outbreak on this floor" 😳I wondered if this will affect her coming home today or not..............Expecting Kelly's phone call at any time saying she was ready to be picked up, Pheebs and I didn't stray any farther than Bayfield on our drive this morning.  Changing things up a bit I decided to pick up a Tim Hortons coffee in Bayfield instead of making my usual second coffee of the day at home.  Pulling in I noticed a line-up at the Drive-Thru so thought what the heck, since being built 3 or 4 years ago I had never been inside this Tim Hortons coffee shop so I parked the Subes and slipped inside for a decaf coffee to go.  Not much seating in there.  Saw two tables with two chairs each and a coffee bar along the window with maybe half a dozen stools.  Well, at least I finally got inside the place to see what the heck it looked like after taking so many pictures and complaining about its slow building progress years ago.  From there, Pheebs and I slid out the south end of Bayfield, went around one small country block, and headed home to wait for the phone to ring.  It was 9:20 a.m.

 MY FIRST TIME INSIDE HERE THIS MORNING

AN OPEN HOUSE FOR OUR PARK'S NEW HOUSE WAS HELD TODAY 

At 10:05 Kelly phoned to say her hemoglobin level had dropped overnight again but it wasn't a drastic drop so they said she could go home today.  She didn't know a release time yet but would call as soon as she knew for sure.  The phone rang again at 12:05 and minutes later I was in the Subaru under a heavy cloud overcast heading for London.  Luckily, because it was Saturday, the usual traffic congestion around the University Hospital's main entrance was light and I found a parking place. I had my Kindle with me so I spent the next hour reading until Kelly was finally released and brought out in a wheelchair.  I couldn't have gone in to get her because of 3 people on her floor had Covid, and the ward was shut down with no visitors allowed.  

 IT WAS A DULL GRAY DRIVE TO LONDON AND BACK TODAY

 DESCENDING INTO LONDON TOWN

 VERY QUIET AT UNIVERSIT HOSPITAL'S MAIN ENTRANCE THIS AFTERNOON

 I WAS VERY GLAD I HAD BROUGHT MY KINDLE TO READ

We made fast tracks north out of London making a stop at a Foodland grocery store in Lucan for a couple sandwiches from the Delli.  We were home about 3:15.  I don't know who was more tired, Kelly or me.  It wasn't long before Kelly headed for her room to lie down and I think I fell asleep in my living room recliner.  I don't know, I remember looking at the clock and it said 4:15.  I opened my eyes a few minutes later and it was somehow 5:54.

LUCAN'S NEW FOODLAND STORE WAS LOOKING RATHER CHRISTMASY THIS AFTERNOON

We'll see how this week goes.  The doctor in London this morning told Kelly that this will happen again.  We already knew that.  He said for her to wait one week and then get another blood test in Goderich to see what's happening with her hemoglobin level.  For some reason, Kelly's ankles are very swollen.  Anyway, the main thing is that she is home safe and sound for the time being........... 

Al's Music Box I'm An Old Cow Hand by Roy Rogers and The Sons of the Pioneers is a song written by Johnny Mercer.  Members of the Western Writers of America chose it as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time.  Mercer and his wife were driving across the US en route to his hometown, Savannah, Georgia, after having apparently failed to succeed in Hollywood. Mercer was amused by the sight of cowboys, with spurs and ten-gallon hats, driving cars and trucks instead of riding horses. Singing Cowboys were popular in films and on the radio then, and within 15 minutes, writing on the back of an envelope, Mercer transferred the image he was seeing into a song whose satirical lyrics vented some of his own bitter frustration with Hollywood.  The lyrics, about a 20th-century cowboy who has little in common with the cowpunchers of old, have been included in some anthologies of light verse.

 I HAD TO CROP KELLY OUT OF THIS PHOTO ON THE WAY HOME BECAUSE SHE HAD JUST TAKEN A BIG BITE OUT OF HER SANDWICH AND WAS LOOKING KIND OF GOOFY ABOUT IT

GROANER'S CORNER:(( The photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get photos of an enormous forest fire. Smoke at the scene was too thick to get any good shots, so he frantically called his home office to hire a plane. "It will be waiting for you at the airport!" he was assured by his editor.  As soon as he got to the small, rural airport, sure enough, a plane was warming up near the runway. He jumped in with his equipment and yelled, "Let's go! Let's go!" The pilot swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air.  "Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "and make three or four low-level passes."  "Why?" asked the pilot.  "Because I'm going to take pictures! I'm a photographer, and photographers take pictures!" said the photographer with great exasperation and impatience. After a long  pause, the pilot said, "You mean you're not the instructor?"

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-  What do you call a football kicker who comes through in the clutch? A big game punter.

- Did you hear about the two trucks carrying copies of Roget's Thesaurus that collided yesterday? Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, and stupefied.

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- Mrs. Hunter was called to serve for jury duty, but asked to be excused because she didn't believe in capital punishment and didn't want her personal thoughts to prevent the trial from running its proper course.  But the public defender liked her thoughtfulness and quiet calm, and tried to convince her that she was appropriate to serve on the jury.  "Madam," he explained, "this is not a murder trial! It's a simple civil lawsuit. A wife is bringing this case against her husband because he gambled away the $12,000 he had promised to use to remodel the kitchen for her birthday."  "Well, okay," agreed Mrs. Hunter, "I'll serve. I guess I could be wrong about capital punishment after all."

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                            Al's Doggy World

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{Quote} We are living in a day where people are proud of what they should be ashamed of.

       Al's Art Gallery

 VINCENT VAN GOGH

 A VAN GOGH PAINTING

KELLY AND I HAVE DRIVEN THIS STRETCH OF ROAD SEVERAL TIMES IN OUR RVING YEARS AND IT IS TRULY AS MAGNIFICENT AS IT LOOKS....AND WE TOOK OUR JEEP WRANGLER ON ROUGH INDIAN ROADS ONE DAY TO DRIVE RIGHT DOWN INTO MONUMENT VALLEY AROUND THOSE TOWERING ROCK SPIRES ON THE HORIZON....OH MY HOW ME HEART SKIPS A BEAT WHEN I THINK OF THOSE DAYS