I HAVE A COMPUTER PROBLEM

 A FEW IRIS FLOWERS IN OUR FLOWERBED TODAY

It seems my laptop computer has picked up some kind of disruptive virus.  I lost two-thirds of today's post.  Annoying ads are popping up all over the screen, my cursor is jumping around, and when I type, the letters jumble up.  I may have to take it to the computer shop in Goderich tomorrow.  Right now, I am using my desktop computer, and everything seems okay, but I can't sit long and type at this computer before my upper back becomes too painful. Luckily, I had put together the framework of today's blog last night and this morning.  By framework, I mean Al's Music Box, Groaner's Corner, Al's Doggy World, Meanings, and Al's Art Gallery.  But, I can tell you this much.......today's happenings included the London International Airport.  No, I did not fly away.....................  

Al's Music Box:: Michael Row The Boat Ashore by The Highwaymen.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( Dear Ma and Pa:: I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay... practically nothing. Men got to shave, but it's not so bad... there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys who live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you 'til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet, and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will get Walt and Elmer to laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding on in. Your loving daughter, Tammy Bethann.

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If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it will always be yours. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to begin with. But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money, and doesn't appear to realize you set it free...You either married it or gave birth to it.

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Al's Doggy World

Meanings::

Al's Art Gallery