TO DORGLE OR NOT TO DORGLE….THIS IS THE QUESTION:))

 
BAYFIELD’S LITTLE INN  (ALL BAYFIELD LITTLE INN PICS WERE TAKEN WITH MY POWERSHOT CANON SX210is)
First order of day was to drop off the Motor Home this morning at the Bayfield Garage & have a persistent ABS brake light checked out plus a brake check, fluid levels and belts, etc. 

KELLY’S LOBSTERGATOR EGGS BENEDICT
As many readers know, I am not a 'Foody' person nor do I care for fancy type restaurants regardless of how good the food is inside.  Imagine my surprise this morning when Kelly informed me we were headed for the well known and upper scale ‘Little Inn’ of Bayfield for breakfast.  Some guests at DEER PARK LODGE had told her how good the breakfasts were there and that the prices were reasonable.  Kelly assured me I didn't have to get dressed up and I could wear my old lumber jack shirt and ripped jeans so that was good enough for me.  We headed for the Little Inn after dropping off the Motor Home at the garage.

KELLY WITH HER LOBSTER BENEDICT AND THAT WAS OUR LITTLE TABLE FOR TWO IN THE FAR CORNER UNDER THE WINDOW
The Little Inn of Bayfield was built in 1875 as a Hotel which it still is with accommodations upstairs.  I was relieved to see the dining room was not busy so that meant I could have a comfortable bacon and eggs breakfast.  I like to dip my toast in my eggs and toss my bacon in the air, tip my head back and catch it:))  A nice $7.50 breakfast which included a pretty darn good cup of coffee.  Kelly had the Lobster Benedict.  Personally, I don’t eat anything that has been dredged out of an ocean.  Pet peeve....same as Crackle Barrel, they don't butter the toast!!!!  But, here's what I liked best...no grinding ram jam noise garbage coming out of the sound system.  Astrud Gilberto was singing, 'The Girl from Ipanema' when we walked in.  How nice it was to eat breakfast with the soft strains of soothing Latin music in the background.  Kudos to The Little Inn of Bayfield on their taste in music:))  And, also another plus for the Little Inn is the fact they use all locally grown products in their food preparation.  Ok, so the Lobster is an exception but I bet it’s still Canadian grown.

      
 
From there it was off to Mitchell Ontario to visit Uncle Harry.  All was well there and Harry's doing great compared to a month ago.  Pheebe was her usual good little self.  We were home by 11:30 and Kelly headed into work.  I took the 'Rocket Dog' for a spin around the trail and that was about if for the afternoon.

MOTORMOUSE CASTS A WARY GLANCE BACK AT PHEEBEE WHILE KELLY CATCHES UP ON SOME PAPER WORK ON OUR WAY TO MITCHELL THIS MORNING….I THINK THE PHEEBS WAS MAKING GOOFY FACES AT THE MOTOR
Bayfield Garage called around 4 and the coach was done.  Nothing serious with the brakes aside from some minor cleaning etc.  Codes were checked and some chassis ground's were cleaned.  The 8.1 Vortec engine's serpentine belt was replaced and all fluid levels checked.  The Motor Home goes back in again next Tuesday morning to be undercoated as well as the Jeep.  Jeep's tires will be rotated at that time as well.  We have been taking our vehicles to the Bayfield Garage ever since moving to this area nearly 9 years ago.  Sooooooo nice to have a trustworthy and well respected garage nearby.

FOUND AN AUTUMN CROCUS IN YOUR FLOWER BED THIS MORNING
Reading MERIKAY'S BLOG this morning about 'worries' I was reminded of a post where I touched upon the topic of 'worries and problems' back in March of 2010.  Scroll down half way through the post to pick up MY THOUGHTS about taking your current sack of worries and problems to the problem store and trading them in for a new sack of worries and problems:))

PALS
From time to time as I'm writing I occasionally make up my own words as I roll along.  Turns out one of my made up words in a recent blog has turned out to actually mean something and of course it's dictionary meaning had little to do with my meaning.  I used the word 'dorgling' in the following context...'More dorgling around with the Motor Home this afternoon in preparation for our blast off next month.'  (I felt the word dorgling was better than the word dinking)  Now, here's what ED found out and said about the word.....dorgling!!  "I didn't know exactly what you were doing with the Motor Home so I looked for a definition of the word. The only one I could find was in the Urban Dictionary".  Dorgle.....A verb which describes the action one would take to show affection to a small or cute animal or person. Dorgle is an action above cuddling or snuggling.  Ed goes on to say, "I knew that you loved your Motor Home just didn't understand how deeply"!  Thanks for the definition Ed.  Now, to Dorgle or not to Dorgle....this is the question:))

KELLY PAYS OUR BILL AT THE LITTLE INN THIS MORNING >>>>>>>>>>
GROANER’S CORNER:((  Did you know credit is a financial process that ensures you will be tired of most things before you actually own them!!
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MY $20 CUP OF TIM HORTON'S COFFEE THIS MORNING

LOOKING SOUTHWARDS ALONG THE GODERICH LAKE HURON SHORELINE IN THE DIRECTION OF BAYFIELD JUST DOWN THE COAST ABOUT 13 MILES
Motorcycle or Jeep?  Jeep or Motorcycle.....??  Had it been a tad warmer at 9:30 this morning I might have opted for a bike ride but with the heater in the Jeep to ward off a few morning chills I threw the cameras in little Jumpity Jeepers and headed on down the road.  After all, it was Sunday morning and that is my favourite time of the week to get out and meander around the back country roads.  This area of Ontario is all rural farm land so we have thousands of miles of paved and gravel roadways connecting farm fields, farms and small country towns.  Roads, roads everywhere.  
 
SOMEBODY FELL ASLEEP WITH THEIR HEAD ON MY KEYBOARD THIS MORNING
My first stop before getting the wheels dusty was at Tim Horton's in Clinton Ontario for a small coffee.  One cream & no sugar.  Slipped into the drive-thru and rolled right up to the speaker ordering my coffee.  Before reaching the pickup window 3 seconds later my hot coffee was sitting on the window ledge.  Handed the girl a $20 bill and was so focused on the quick service that I drove away with some nice Tim Horton thoughts in my head.
Beautiful morning for a drive as I once again marvelled at the different types of crops just about ready for harvesting in the fields.  I really enjoy looking at all the lovely old and new farms with their big maple shaded lawns mowed to perfection.  Long tree lined driveways, large houses and barns in some cases and cozy ranch style homes fixed up like something out of a cozy Anne Of Green Gables book.  With large white puffy clouds in a Robin's egg blue sky I had probably doddled along for maybe twenty miles when all of a sudden I had a thought that brought me up right quick.  I had not waited for the change to my $20 bill after picking up my cup of coffee at Tim Horton's in Clinton earlier.  Arrrrrggghhh!!  No wonder I was through the drive-thru so quick!!
  
THIS IS OUR NECK OF THE WOODS AND WE LIVE JUST A COUPLE HUNDRED YARDS TO THE LEFT OF THE ROAD IN THOSE TREES IN THE RIGHT HAND PHOTO
Well, what do I do, turn around and race back to hopefully retrieve my change or just keep rolling along enjoying the morning.  I opted for the second choice knowing I could head back through Clinton on my way to Bayfield later.  But, would my money be there waiting for me after a couple of hours.   Well, we'll see.  Figured it would be a good honesty check for the girl who took my order.
<<< BREAKFAST AT OUR HOUSE THIS MORNING

Came across the word 'nonsense' in my blog reading this morning and whenever I see that word now I am reminded of something in my life from the late 60's.  Way back around 1968 I think it was, if the fog lifts long enough to remember back that far, I briefly wrote a school newspaper column for an also brief Journalism class in Waterloo, Ontario I was enrolled in.  My last name is Bossence and my column was called, 'Bossence Nonsense.'  And, that is basically what my column was about too…..nonsense.  I may have touched on this in a previous blog one time. 
Back in those days the Government offered re-training programs for adults called, coincidentally, 'The Adult Retraining Program.  This was the Governments attempt at getting people receiving Unemployment Insurance Benefits to be hopefully retrained for the workforce while receiving these benefits.  Many courses were offered in the program and one of them was basic Journalism.  I somehow managed to finagle my way into that course as did a dozen other 'characters' like myself.  We were quite a collection of adult misfits to say the least.  What we learned in class each day was often as not discussed and hashed over later in the local area pubs.
I think I was only in this program for maybe 4 months when the whole Adult Training Program was re-evaluated and many courses dropped.   Journalism was one of them.  Well, that was too bad because I had liked it.  While in the course we put out a small monthly newspaper in which I wrote a column called, 'Bossence Nonsense'.  It consisted mainly of factual trivia, school events and rumoured gossip I would dig up around the school or in the pubs.  I do think I slanted it towards ‘rumoured gossip though and  I would weave all this sometimes general nonsense together in my column.  Enjoyed the 3 or 4 columns I did and learned a few basics of writing along the way.  Probably got a few people ticked off at me too.

When the course was disbanded I applied for a two year General Arts course at Conestoga College in the Fall and amazingly enough  was once again accepted.  Wished I could tell you that I completed that course and graduated with flying colors but I can't.  Never even made it to the end of the first year.  Let me just say there was a lot of alcohol, some drugs and a lot of stupidity wrapped up in that short College time frame.  Only thing I ever really enjoyed and remembered from those few College months was one of the basic Psychology classes I had enrolled in.  Wished I would have had the foresight and maturity at the time to have pursued that further.  Oh well, just a little reminiscing tonight of days gone by.   Doesn't hurt to do that once and awhile as long as I don't dwell on that period in my life too long.
 TIS THE SEASON FOR GRAPES ON THE NEIGHBOURS VINE >>>
Oh, and getting back to my $20 coffee story.  Heading home I stopped into the Clinton Tim Horton's coffee shop, skirted the long line up at the counter and went directly to the take out window section.  Began to explain my dilemma to one of the young girls when she beamed forth with a smile and a question.  "Do you drive a Jeep Sir" she asked. "Yes," I replied.  "Well you are one dumb ass forgetting your change aren't you"......OK, Ok, she really didn't say that but that is just about how I was feeling standing there.   With a big smile she walked over to a bulletin board beside the window and removed a small pinned up Tim Horton's bag with a bill stapled to it.  Inside the bag was my correct change.  I just love it sooooooo much when honesty prevails.  Thank you to Ashley at the take out window……….. 
More dorgling around with the Motor Home this afternoon in preparation for our blast off next month.  Not really into any serious heavy duty loading yet....but soon:))

LAKE HURON PLAYING AMONG THE ROCKS

GROANER'S CORNER:))  A bum asks a man for $2. The man asked, "Will you buy booze?" The bum said, "No." The man asked, "Will you gamble it away?" The bum said, "No." Then the man asked, "Will you come home with me so my wife can see what happens to a man who doesn't drink or gamble?"


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Tourists see the world, travelers experience it.

Until one has loved an Animal, their soul remains un-awakened.


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The only thing better than right now will someday be the memories of right now...AL.