BUT HEY, IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL EARLY OCTOBER SATURDAY

I HAVE A LOT OF HOSTAS HERE THAT NEED TO BE CUT BACK EACH YEAR

It was cool and breezy enough this morning to wear a nylon jacket over my long-sleeved shirt out on the open country road.  Following my walk, it was right back home again.  Raked up a few more pine needles and started cutting back the hosta beds.  That's a little bit of a labor-intensive job because one has to get down in the dirt with either a good pair of sharp scissors or clippers to cut the leaves off a few inches from the ground.  It wasn't the best thing to do for my upper back, plus my legs felt like they were going to fall off with all the bending and ups and downs.  But hey, it was a beautiful early October Saturday, and I wanted to get some of these outside jobs out of the way before the weather turns.

 I CUT ALL THE HOSAS IN THIS BED BACK TODAY

 THAT'S THE BUNNY TRAIL I MADE FOR LITTLE ELLA ONE TIME WHEN I KNEW THEY WERE COMING FOR A VISIT

Memories Music Box:: Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head by B.J. Thomas.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( About a month ago, a man in Amsterdam felt that h needed to confess, so he went to his priest, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I h id a refugee in my attic." "Well," answered the priest, "that's not a sin."' "But I made him agree to pay me 200 Euros for every week he stayed." I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause." "Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind." He paused for a moment and then said, "I have one more question... "What is that, my son?" "Do I have to tell him the war is over?"

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- What do you call a ghost's mother and father?  Transparents.

- Why did the witch give up fortune telling? There was no future in it!

- How do you get 100 math teachers into a room in which only 99 fit? You carry the one.

- Hey, Dad, did you get a haircut? Nope, I got them all cut.

- What did the triangle say to the circle?
You’re pointless.

- I only seem to get sick on weekdays. I must have a weekend immune system.

- I recently visited the "World's Tiniest Wind Turbine" exhibit. Honestly, not a big fan.

- I made a soup entirely from ingredients extracted from the atmosphere…
It was a broth of fresh air!

- It wasn’t much fun when I broke my neck last year. But now I can look back and laugh.

- When does a regular joke become a dad joke? When it becomes apparent.
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A widower who never paid any attention to his wife while she was alive now found himself missing her desperately. He went to a psychic to see if he could contact his late wife. The psychic went into a trance. A strange breeze wafted through the darkened room, and suddenly, the man heard the unmistakable voice of his dearly departed wife. "Honey!" he cried. "Is that you?" "Yes, my husband." "Are you happy?" "Yes, my husband." "Happier than you were with me?" "Yes, my husband." "Then Heaven must be an amazing place!" "I'm not in Heaven, dear."
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WE ARE ALL TRAVELING THAT ROAD

 THURSDAY EVENING SUNSET FROM MY WALKING ROAD

With mainly clear skies Thursday evening and the days getting shorter, I was out the door at 6:40 p.m. and off to my walking road to catch the 6:53 sunset.  Cooler night air is upon us now so I wore a light winter jacket. After my walk, it was into Clinton for coffee to go, and then off I went to my night sky viewing spot.  The constellation Sagittarius is still visible low on the southwest horizon, but the constellation Scorpius has slipped over the horizon, and I will keep watch for it when it again becomes visible in the Spring sky and begins once again its slow and steady trek across summer's southern sky. Tonight I saw eight satellites and six aircraft.

With bright sunny skies again today and refreshing temperatures, I hardly had to wear a jacket on this morning's walk.  Following that, and after a couple of stops in Bayfield, I had to head off to Goderich.  I'm the kind of character who basically always keeps two of everything on hand, and that way I never run out of anything.  And it's not often that I mess up and run short.  But darn if it didn't happen this morning when I realized I was right out of my Weight Watchers bread.  Serious business here because I always have a piece of toast for breakfast.  I was in a dilemma, so after my walk, I was off to Goderich for a few groceries.....specifically, A Loaf of Bread!!  Yes, our local Bayfield Foodland Supermarket has bread, but I don't think they have 'Weight Watchers' bread.

 LAKE HURON WAVES AT GODERICH'S ROTARY COVE EARLIER THIS MORNING

Home again, and with this wonderful weather upon us I hauled out the leaf blower and blew of the front porch and deck as well as blew out the carport.  So many pine needles all over the place.  Three more heaping wheelbarrow loads of needles were raked up and tossed into the utility trailer.  I also took my weed whacker for a walk and trimmed up some flower bed edges.  It won't be long before I start cutting all the hostas back.

 A FEW PHOTOS FROM AROUND OUR PARK LATE THIS MORNING

THAT'S NEIGHBOR MONICA'S GARAGE AT THE UPPER LE

Filling up at the gas station this morning, I noticed the young fellow at the pump. Looking at him, a question drifted through my mind.  Would I like to be that young again?  Would I like to be his age?  Do I wish I could trade places with him?  There was no hesitation in my mind, nothing to ponder on.  I knew without thinking about it that 'no' I would not like to trade places or be that age again.  I knew things about this lad's future that he didn't.  I knew the challenges and impossible responsibilities he would face, the trials and tribulations, both the mental and physical pains he would have to endure.  I knew the good, the bad, and the ugly.  But, I also knew the joys of life, the happiness, the excitement, and the accomplishments he will see.  The love and caring he will experience.  The happiness, the sorrow.  The wondrous warmth of summer, and the brutal cold of winter.   The happy heart and the broken heart.  He will experience it all and more.  He will struggle, and he will succeed.  And he will struggle again.  I know the road he is on.  I have travelled that road.  I am still traveling that road.  We are all traveling that road.  His road at his age is endless and full of unknowns, and he will have to be up for the challenges around every corner.  My road is shorter now, and I am comfortable and content with that because I know another road awaits.  It becomes clearer to me now as each day slips away.  So, no, I wouldn't change places with that younger fellow for anything.  Unlike the young lad with an unknown destiny, I now, with awareness, anticipation, and knowledge, patiently await that final journey home.......... 

 Music Box:: Along The Santa Fe Trail by The Sons Of The Pioneers.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( Returning home from work, the little Moron was shocked to find his house ransacked and burglarized. He telephoned the police at once and reported the crime. The police dispatcher broadcast the call, and a K-9 unit patrolling nearby was the first to respond.  As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the little Moron ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the policeman and his dog, then sat down on the steps. Putting his face in his hands, he moaned: "I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policeman!"

- As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in public schools.

- How did the turkey get to Thanksgiving?
He rode the gravy train!

- Why did the turkey’s dad make him eat nothing but stale bread? To stuffin’ him up!

-Why did the turkey cross the road? He was trying to convince people he was a chicken!
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I went into the office early one morning and switched the M and N keys on everyone's keyboard. Some people will say I'm a monster. The others will say I'm a nomster.

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A concerned woman phones a doctor and says, "Doctor, I'm worried about my husband. He thinks he's a dog!" "I'm coming over right away," the doctor says.
When the doctor arrives, the woman opens the door, and her husband, on all four, starts wagging his bottom and licking the doctor's hand. "Interesting", the doctor says, startled. "I'll examine him. Make him lie down on the sofa." "Doctor", the woman says, "I can't! He's not allowed the sofa!"

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