NO PHONE CALL, TEXT, OR EMAIL, FROM APPLE

 I SPOTTED THIS LARGE MUPPET FACE CLOUD IN THE SKY THIS MORNING

Well, my Apple phone call never happened.  Andrew was here in case there were any technical questions, etc.  So here's what we were hoping to do.  Kelly had an Apple iPad, and after her passing nearly two years ago, her iPad has been languishing in a drawer gathering dust.  She had a password for that iPad, but I've never been able to find it, so I asked Andrew if he thought there was any way the iPad could be used by bypassing the password and returning the iPad to its factory settings.  Try as he did, the computer put up a number of roadblocks and finally a message appeared on the screen saying access was denied.  Then followed an email from Apple to my Microsoft email account saying, {An account recovery request for your Apple Account (xxxxxxxxxx) was made from an iPad near Exeter, ON, on 5 November 2026 at 19:48:13 EST. The contact phone number provided was xxxxxxxx. You will receive a text or phone call at this number when your account is ready to recover on 12 November 2026 at 19:48:13 EST. For updated status information or to provide additional information to help recover your account, please visit https://iforgot.apple.com} Well, none of that happened.   What a grand ker-fuffle this has been and I kind of feel like I am sitting here with a little egg on my face for even mentioning it, but at least Andrew was able to get my Microsoft Bluetooth mouse working, (it took him about two seconds) and he showed me an alternate way of sending photos from my iPhone to my Gmail account instead of my disabled Microsoft email account at the moment due to some kind of a big Microsoft proboem.  So at this point, it's anybody's guess whether we'll get Kelly's iPad up and running again.  I just thought it would have been nice for Lorraine to have something bigger to work with than her small small-screen iPhone.  And of course, a big thank you to Andrew for his time and patience with all these techy Gremlins that seem to pervade my electronic device world these days.  My two biggest problems with dealing with these things is my lack of patience and my faltering short-term memory.  

 I WONDER IF ALL THESE MALLARD DUCKS ARE TRYING TO GET THEMSELVES ALL IN A ROW

It was a cold north wind blowing the 34F temps around on my morning walk.  Cold walking into the wind, but not so bad walking south back to the car.  A slow drive through the countryside turned up a few photos.

 IT WAS COLD ENOUGH EARLIER TODAY FOR THESE HORSES TO HAVE THEIR BLANKETS ON

 A FEW AREA FARMERS WERE OUT WORKING UP THEIR FIELDS

 SOME FARM MACHINERY SAT IDLE IN THE FIELDS

THESE GRAIN WAGONS ARE IN WINTER HIBERNATION WAITING FOR NEXT SUMMER'S HARVESTS

Memories Music Box:: Singing The Blues by Guy Mitchell.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man goes into a pet shop and tells the owner that he wants to buy a pet that can do everything. The shop owner suggests a faithful dog. The man replies, "Come on, a dog?" The owner says, "How about a cat?" The man replies, "No way! A cat certainly can't do everything. I want a pet that can do everything!" The shop owner thinks for a minute, then says, "I've got it! A centipede!" The man says, "A centipede? I can't imagine a centipede doing everything, but okay... I'll try a centipede." He gets the centipede home and says to the centipede, "Clean the kitchen." Thirty minutes later, he walks into the kitchen and... it's immaculate! All the dishes and silverware have been washed, dried, and put away; the countertops cleaned; the appliances sparkling; the floor waxed. He's absolutely amazed. He says to the centipede, "Go clean the living room." Twenty minutes later, he walks into the living room. The carpet has been vacuumed; the furniture cleaned and dusted; the pillows on the sofa plumped; plants watered. The man thinks to himself, "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen. This really is a pet that can do everything!" Next he says to the centipede, "Run down to the corner and get me a newspaper." The centipede walks out the door. 10 minutes later...no centipede. 20 minutes later... no centipede. 30 minutes later...no centipede. By this point, the man is wondering what's going on. So he goes to the front door, opens it... and there's the centipede sitting right outside. The man says, "Hey!! I sent you down to the corner store 45 minutes ago to get me a newspaper. What's the matter?!" The centipede says, "I'm goin'! I'm goin'! I'm just putting on my shoes!"

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Q: Why did the little Moron take a ladder into the bar?
A: He heard drinks were on the house.

Q: Why do birds fly south for the winter?
A: It's too far to walk.
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"Doc, you've got to help my husband," a farmer's wife said frantically. "He thinks he's a racehorse. He wants to live in a stable; he walks on all fours, and he even eats hay."
"I'm sure I can cure him," the doctor replied, "but it'll be very costly." "Oh, money's no object," she responded. "He's already won three races."

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