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| MONARCH BUTTERFLY |
Thursday was another fine summer's evening, and after missing a night, my routine was back in full swing. A walk, a Hortons coffee to go, and another quiet stop at my hilltop night sky spot. Four constellations were prevalent in the night sky. Sagittarius, Scorpius, Cassiopeia, and of course, Ursa Major. (the Big Dipper) I saw two lightning-fast faint meteorites and four satellites, with two of those satellites criss-crossing in my binoculars. One heading southeast and one heading southwest. Stood for a long time, leaning back on the front of the car and just looking up at the starry night sky and......wondering. This is my happy place, and I feel closer to my celestial home here.
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| SUNSET FROM MY WALKING ROAD |
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| AT CLINTON'S TIM HORTONS DRIVE-THRU WAITING FOR MY DECAF COFFEE TO GO |
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| HEADING NORTH OUT OF CLINTON, I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF THE NEW MOON |
Tis the middle of August already, and as usual at this time of year, I feel the early stirrings of Autumn. Cooler nights are upon us with the days steadily becoming shorter. Spring's happy bird songs are behind us once again, and the waning summer air grows quieter. A chorus of crickets filled the night air as the overhead constellations steadily plod their way westward in the ever-changing starry night sky. Life begins to slow as summer's hurried pace lessens and begins to fade. We are entering the finest time of the year as forests prepare for their year's grand finale of brilliant colors and vivid displays of grandeur stretching across the rolling landscape, drawing oohs and aahs from we fellow Earth Travelers. Sunlight prevails, but without the pressing heat. Animals, as well as humans, sense the shift and begin laying out early plans for the murky cold days and nights soon to be upon us in another month or two.
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| ONE OF THE MANY LITTLE YELLOW BUTTERFLIES ON MY WALKING ROAD |
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| CLUSTERS OF THEM ON THE ROAD FLY UP IN A BIG SWIRL WHEN I WALK BY |
Talking with Aunt Jean last night, she was tired from an unexpected Dermatologist visit where a fast-growing growth on her left arm was attended to. Also, another growth on her ear. A biopsy of the arm growth was taken, and Aunt Jean said the Dermatologist was fairly certain it was cancerous. Results of the biopsy might be known by the end of next week. Aunt Jean (a former registered nurse) said the growth on her arm looked nasty and was slightly sore to the touch. She also said that this doesn't surprise her after all the years out in the sun on the golf course. Aunt Jean golfed right up into her early nineties. She is ninety-nine now.
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| I'M WONDERING IF THIS BUG OR BEETLE IS IN SOME KIND OF A METAMORPHIC STATE |
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| A LITTLE HONEY BEE ON A FLOWER |
Al's Music Box:: Spirit In The Sky by Norman Greenbaum.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The little Moron was driving home after a football game and got caught in a really bad hailstorm. His car was covered with dents, so the next day he took it to a repair shop. The shop owner saw that he was a moron, so he decided to have some fun. He told him just to go home and blow into the tailpipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out. So, the little Moron went home, got down on his hands and knees, and started blowing into his car's tailpipe. Nothing happened. He blew a little harder, and still nothing happened. His roommate, another little moron, came home and said, "What are you doing?" The first moron told him how the repairman had instructed him to blow into the tailpipe in order to get all the dents to pop out. His roommate rolled his eyes and said, ... "HELLLLO" "You need to roll up the windows first!!"-----------------------------
It is well documented that for every mile that you jog..... you add one minute to your life .... This enables you, at 85 years old.... to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $6000 per month.
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- How do you make an eggroll? You push it!
- I hired a lawyer to sue the airlines for mishandling my luggage. He lost the case.
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As in many homes on New Year's Day, Lesley and Mark, a happily married couple, faced the annual conflict of which was more important: the football match on television, or the New Year's lunch. Hoping to keep the peace Mark ate lunch with the rest of the family, and even lingered for some pleasant after-lunch chat before retiring to the lounge to turn on the television. Some minutes later, Lesley looked in to see how he was and graciously even brought a cold beer for Mark. She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and asked what the score was.
Mark told her it was halftime and that the score was still 0-0. 'See?' Lesley said happily, 'You didn't miss a thing.
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