YOU ARE TOAST AND SO IS THE ONCOMING DRIVER!!

Under cold gray skies with no snow falling or blowing around all over the place, Pheebs and I took a drive down to the end of Bayfield River Road and back.  Although the road was dry and center bare, there were a few sizeable snow drifts still sitting in the eastbound lane and I was surprised they hadn't run a plow down that section of road.  Those unassuming snowdrifts are deadly to an inattentive (texting) driver if he or she plows into them at speed.  The right side wheels of his/her vehicle will make contact with that snow and likely toss the vehicle off the road into the ditch. 

A FARMER CLEARS HIS FARM LANE

 IT'S NOT SLOW MAIL IN THE COUNTRYSIDE, IT'S SNOW MAIL

 THESE PACKED SNOW DRIFTS CAN EASILY PULL A CAR DOWN INTO THE DITCH

 IMAGINE COMING OVER A KNOLL AT SPEED, YOU SEE THIS, AND THERE IS AN ONCOMING VEHICLE IN THE OTHER LANE.....YOU ARE TOAST AND SO IS THE ONCOMING DRIVER IF YOU BOUNCE OFF THIS SNOWDRIFT AND HIT HIM....AND THIS ESPECIALLY GOES FOR YOU YOUNG RAM-JAM PICKUP TRUCK DRIVERS OUT HERE!!!!

 DRIVING SLOW AND EASY IS THE NAME OF THE GAME HERE

 THIS IS THE SOUTH END OF THE GRAVEL ROAD PHEEBS AND I ALWAYS WALK ON....LOOKS LIKE IT WILL BE WELL OVER A MONTH OR MORE BEFORE THE UNSERVICED ROAD IS WALKABLE AGAIN

Aside from laundry, dishes, a bathroom cleanup, including a shower wall scrub, and vacuuming, my day didn't amount to much.  Before I knew it, it was midafternoon and felt like my midnight bedtime.  I think it's nothing more than these cold gray days that have me scrabbling around in the corners looking for energy and incentive.  And a lingering sadness too since Kelly is gone............

A Blast From Our Past:)) It was sixteen years ago today that Kelly and I, from our ranch-sitting job near McNeal, headed into the border town of Douglas, Arizona.  It was the historic Gadsden Hotel we were looking for.  Douglas Arizona's Hotel Gadsden.   

 LOTS OF WINTER BIRDS IN OUR FRONT YARD

Al's Music Box:)) Gimme Little Sign is a 1967 soul song, originally performed by Brenton Wood and written by Wood (under his real name, Alfred Smith), Joe Hooven and Jerry Winn. The charted versions were by Wood, Peter Andre, the Sattalites and Danielle Brissebois.  The song was released in 1967 on the album Oogum Boogum. Wood's version peaked at number nine on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart the weeks of October 14 and 21, 1967.  Mighty Mo Rodgers played the electronic organ on the recording.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( The construction foreman ordered one of his men to dig a hole 8 feet deep. But after the job was done, the boss returned and explained an error had been made and the hole wouldn't be needed. "Fill 'er up," he ordered the worker.  The worker did as he'd been told. But he ran into a problem. He couldn't get all the dirt packed back into the hole without leaving a mound on top. He went to the office and explained his problem.  "Honestly!" the foreman snorted. "The kind of help I get these days! There's obviously only one thing to do. You'll just have to dig that hole deeper!"

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Q: Why did the snai have the letter S l painted on the top of his car?
A: So people would say “Look at that S car go!”

- Why do bananas have to put on sunscreen before they go to the beach?  Because they might peel.

- Why did the fish blush?  Because it saw the ocean's bottom.

The wife’s mother said: ‘When you’re dead, I’ll dance on your grave.’  I said: ‘Good. I’m being buried at sea.’'

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As we were putting out cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve, I accidentally dropped one. "No problem," I said, picking it up and dusting it off before placing it back on the plate.
"You can't do that," argued my four-year-old.
"Don't worry. Santa will never know."
He shot me a look. "So he knows if I've been bad or good, but he doesn't know if you dropped a cookie on the floor?

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A woman came up behind her husband while he was enjoying his morning coffee and slapped him on the back of the head.  "I found a piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name 'Marylou' written on it," she said, furious. "You had better have an explanation."  "Calm down, honey," the man replied. "Remember last week when I was at the dog track? That was the name of the horse I bet on."'  The next morning, his wife snuck up on him and smacked him again.  "What was that for?" he complained.  "Your horse called last night!!"

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Al's Doggy World

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Kelly's Corner

 KELLY IN OUR FIRST MOTORHOME PULLING A CACTUS THORN OUT OF PHEEBS PAW

 WITH LITTLE CORA AT THE VET IN WICKENBURG

 KELLY, PHEEBS, AND CORA AT OUR CONGRESS ARIZONA HOUSE

Al's Art Gallery