KIND OF REMINDS ME OF MY MOTORCYCLE DAYS

 THE BLUE GREEN WATERS OF OUR BELOVED LAKE HURON BLEND IN SEAMLESSLY WITH THE AFTERNOON'S BLUE AZURE SKY

Why I have to wake up before 6 a.m., I don't know, but I don't like it.  I don't exactly have the same energy levels as a teenager to sustain me going full tilt for the next twelve hours.  Anyway, I did get a few household chores done before later heading out for my walk.  However, that plan quickly changed when I saw a farmer working in the alfalfa field beside my walking road.  I always park on a flat spot between the road and the field, but it's the same spot that the farmer uses to enter and exit the field with his farm implements.  I did not want to interfere with this fellas work, and because it is a narrow road to begin with, I didn't want to park and block the road in case more farm equipment might be on the way.  I decided to head back home, and that was okay.

 I DIDN'T WANT TO INTERFERE WITH THIS FARMER'S WORK DAY

 A SECOND FARMER IN A NEARBY FIELD

Because of feeling tired after my early rising, it wasn't exactly a productive day around the property.  Whacked some weeds, re-stocked the bird feeders, and that was about it.

 A MOURNING DOVE RESTS BESIDE THE FRONT YARD FROG POND, WHICH INCIDENTALLY DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE ANY FROGS IN IT AT THE MOMENT

Woodsy rolled in from Stratford around 1 o'clock, and an hour later, we saddled up the E-bikes and off we went into Bayfield.  Just like last week on a much cooler day, we had an afternoon coffee at the Shop Bike Coffee Roasters . It was a beautiful, sunny, and warm summer like day.  From there, following a few back streets and staying off the highway, we pedaled our way down around the southeast corner of Bayfield, where the, yes, you guessed it, Woodland Drive-In is located. Woodsy wasn't up for an ice cream cone, but I was.

ENJOYING OUR MID-AFTERNOON COFFEE

 AT THE WOODLAND DRIVE-IN

 NOW WHO IN THE HECK WENT AND STUCK THIS ICE CREAM CONE IN MY HAND

From the Woodland Drive-In, we retraced our way back through Bayfield and headed down the hill to the beach and out on the pier.  How fortunate I have been over the years, to live where I do.  Except for the winters of course.  What a great weather day it turned out to be as we eventually made our late afternoon way back home.  So nice to get all this exercise for my legs.  Now, not as much as exercise as an ordinary bike would provide, but if I had to pedal an ordinary bicycle around, I wouldn't be getting any exercise at all.  I have no interest in just bicycling, but these E-bikes with their power assist, suits me just fine.  They are somewhere between a bicycle and a motorcycle.  And I like the idea I can cruise along at 30mph+.  Kind of reminds me of my motorcycle days.

 BAYFIELD'S BEACH WITH A FEW BEACH GOERS PRESENT

 WISPY CLOUD FORMATIONS

 YES, THAT'S WOODSY AT THE WATER'S EDGE

 WE RODE OUT TO THE END OF THE PIER

 IT WAS THE LITTLE DOGGY THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION

 LOOKING TOWARD SHORE FROM THE END OF THE PIER AND THE FILLAGE OF BAYFIELD IS ATOP THAT HILL AT THE FAR RIGHT

Al's Music Box:::  Welcome To My World by Jim Reeves.

 A LONE KAYAKER OUT THERE IN THE AQUA BLUE AND GREEN COLORED WATER

GROANER'S CORNER:(( The symphony orchestra was performing Beethoven's Ninth.  In the piece, there's a long passage, about 20 minutes, during which the bass violinists have nothing to do.  Rather than sit around that whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick one.  After slamming several beers in quick succession, one of them looked at his watch and said, "Hey! We need to get back!"  "No need to panic," said a fellow bassist. "I thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the conductor's score together with string. It'll take him a few minutes to get it untangled."  A short time later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra.  About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.  "Well, of course," said her companion. "Don't you see? It's the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded."

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An attorney had just finished a consultation with an elderly, nearly blind widow, for which he charged her $100. The widow opened her purse and removed a $100 bill. When the lawyer accepted it, he noticed there was another 100 stuck to it. Immediately the lawyers keen legal mind realized he was faced with a vital ethical question:  Should he tell his partner?

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A Few Thoughts::
- Part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer's history when you die.
- Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
- I totally take back all those times when I was younger that I didn't want to nap.
- Why isn't there a sarcasm font? I really need one!
- Why doesn't MapQuest start their directions on #5?  I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my own neighborhood ...
- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
- Bad decisions make good stories.
- You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then don't seeing anyone I'd like to impress the entire day. What a waste!

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