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| SEEN IN OUR PARK THIS MORNING |
Not as nasty a morning with 10F being better than Friday mornings' 6F, and its -23F wind chill factor. Not much of a wind this morning, and that made it possible to take myself for a wee walk at Bayfield's beach. Not a pleasure walk, but an investigative walk. The two construction machines were not working, so I was able to take a walk through the area where those machines had been digging and moving large boulders along the shoreline. I think I may have figured out what might be going on there. A large trench has been dug along the shoreline for maybe a couple of hundred yards long and a couple of hundred feet wide. Maybe eight or ten feet deep. I now do not think the line of boulders piled up in a long line about twelve feet high, further from shore, is a breakwater. I think they have been temporarily placed there and will in turn, be moved over to the trench along the shoreline. They will form a base and a breakwater wall where the land meets the beach. That makes a whole lot more sense than trying to imagine a twelve-foot-high breakwater several hundred yards offshore. Whether the trench breakwater will extend all the way across Bayfield's beach as far as the south pier, I don't know. But, one thing is certain....whatever they do, I'll be a lettin y'all know:))
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| THE MACHINES WEREN'T WORKING AT THE BAYFIELD BEACH THIS MORNING |
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| DECIDED TO TAKE A WALK OVER THERE AROUND THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE |
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| A LARGE AREA HAS BEEN DUG OUT ALONG THE SHORELINE |
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| WALKING BETWEEN THE ROWS OF LARGE BOULDERS |
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| IT MAY BE THESE COTTAGE OWNERS WHO ARE FUNDING THIS PROJECT |
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| I THINK THOSE LARGE BOULDERS ON THE RIGHT WILL BE MOVED TO THE DUG OUT AREA ON THE LEFT |
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| IT'S A BARREN LOOKING WINTERSCAPE ALONG THE SHORELINE |


Luckily, no snow overnight, and although cold, it is not as cold as what the weather forecasters said it was going to be for our area. I'm very skeptical of them saying Ontario will be colder than Russia's Siberia, or the coldest place on the Planet, and I'm thinking I shouldn't have even posted that in my blog a few days ago. Unfortunately, we now live in a world of wildly exaggerated speculations, bizarre and unrealistic theories, delusional behavior, and a never ending and growing deluge of falsehoods and out-and-out lies. Those things have always been present to some degree, but not to the epidemic extent they are now. It is all but impossible anymore to separate fact from fiction, right from wrong, decency from disgust, and blatant BS from the truth. I think mankind is in desperate need of a definite intervention of some kind. The human race, in my opinion, is in dire need of a massive reset......and right now!!!! Okay, so that's my little mid-winter cabin fever rant, and not to worry.....I'll not make a habit of it.





Al's Music Box:: My Woman My Woman My Wife by Marty Robbins.
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| ALSO IN OUR PARK THIS MORNING |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Shakey went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. "you gotta help me, I'm going crazy!" "Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears." "How much do you charge?" "A hundred dollars per visit." "I'll sleep on it," said Shakey. Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars." "Is that so! How?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"----------------------------------
A woman decided to have her portrait painted. She told the artist, "Paint me with diamond rings, a diamond necklace, emerald bracelets, a ruby broach, and gold Rolex." "But you are not wearing any of those things," he replied. "I know," she said. "It's in case I should die before my husband. I'm sure he will remarry right away, and I want his new wife to go crazy looking for the jewelry."
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A priest was sent to a very small church in the backwoods of Alaska. After a couple of years the Bishop decided to pay the priest a visit to see how he was doing. The priest said that it was a really lonely job and that he didn't think that he could have made it without his Rosary and two martinis each day. With that the priest said to the Bishop, "Would you like to have a martini with me?" The Bishop said, "Yes, that would be nice." The priest turned around and hollered toward the kitchen, "Rosary, would you fix us two martinis please?"
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