HMMMM, KINDA WISH I HAD A LITTLE CAMPER VAN

 ROUNDED UP THREE MORE FRONT YARD FROGS TODAY AND TRANSPORTED THEM VIA WHEELBARROW TO THE PARK'S LARGE POND

A cloudy morning, but I didn't let that deter me from my morning walk. Home again, and in the carport, I gathered up all my car cleaning supplies, etc., and placed them in a couple of plastic milk crates to be brought into the house for the winter.  (waxes, cleaners, sprays, etc.) I do this every year at this time to keep the liquids from freezing, and bring them all back out again in the Spring.  I once used a lot of that stuff for waxing fibreglass sided RVs.  I know the chances of me ever using any of this stuff again are about nil to none, but I hate to chuck it all in the garbage.  I've learned from experience not to be too hasty in matters like this.  One just never knows.  I'm not dead yet, still have my driver's license, and my driving skills, so maybe, just maybe someday.........Hmmmm, kinda wish I had a little camper van.

 A MONTH FROM NOW MOST OF THESE BOATS WILL HAVE BEEN LIFTED OUT OF THE BAYFIELD RIVER AND PLACED IN STORAGE UNTIL SPRING

 SAW THIS NEAT OLD CAR IN BAYFIELD THIS AFTERNOON

 ALL OF MY VEHICLE CLEANING STILL WILL COME INSIDE FOR ANOTHER WINTER

The lady whose property abuts mine at the back passed away a while back, and that house is now for sale. ($325,000) I noticed on the real estate site that the realtor had taken an overhead drone shot of that house and property.  In the photo below, where the 'blue thingy' points to the house and property for sale, there is a dark round area in the trees to the left and just up a bit from the 'blue thingy'.  That is my property, and that dark round area is my driveway and the narrow darker area beneath it is where we parked our RVs over the years.  And, if you go a bit more left and up, and look carefully, you can actually see the fountain in our Park's pond between the trees.  Also, if you look to the top of the photo, you can see the horizon line and the waters of Lake Huron.  The little village of Bayfield is located on that horizon line to the left, where you see a slight dip in the shoreline.  From my driveway to Rosie's Ice Cream Shoppe on Bayfield's Main Street is three miles.  

Al's Music Box:: Theme From A Summer Place by Percy Faith and his Orchestra.  Also sung by The Lettermen.

 THIS IS WHERE I GENTLY SLIDE THE LITTLE FROGGY FELLERS INTO THE PARK'S POND

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man returns to his parked BMW to find the headlights broken and his front bumper smashed. There's no sign of the offending vehicle, but he's relieved to see that there's a note stuck under the windshield wiper. He picks up the note. "Sorry. I just backed into your BMW. The witnesses who saw the accident are nodding and smiling at me because they think I'm leaving my name, address, and other particulars. But I'm not."

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- If nothing ever sticks to TEFLON, how do they make TEFLON stick to the pan?
- If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?
- You know how most packages say "Open here". What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"?
- Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM?
- Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?- 
- Why when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?
- You know that little indestructible black box that is used on airplanes; why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?

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- “I control the weeds in my lawn with the help of my friend, Herby Side.”

- My grandfather invented the cold air balloon...It never really took off.

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A guy showed up at his friend's costume party carrying a woman on his back. The host asked, "What on earth are you dressed as?" The guy replied, "I'm a snail." The host, looking puzzled, said, "How can you be a snail when all you have is that woman on your back?" The guy responded, "Oh, that's not just any woman, my friend, that's Michelle."

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ON BOARD A 295 FOOT, 1,610 TON SUBMARINE ALL BY MYSELF

 WITH A JOB TO DO, THESE GOATS ARE ACTUALLY AT WORK

A cloudy one and a touch cool.  It is that time of the season when the clothing transition begins between short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and long-sleeved shirts and pants.  I even slipped on a light nylon jacket over my long sleeves this morning. 

 A SATURDAY MORNING FARMER FERTILIZING HIS FIELD WITH A WELL KNOWN LOCALLY MANUFACTURED MANURE SPREADER

Sometimes, when I slip up to Goderich for a few things, it is not always the sole reason for my journey.  As often as not, I just like to go somewhere different, and maybe see something differnt along the way.  This morning, it had to do with goats.  Lots of them, and hard at work they were too.  And they were all working for the town of Goderich.  There are areas along the steep shoreline embankment that are hard for maintenance crews to get to and keep cleaned out.  So, somebody came up with the idea of sending in a herd of goats to do the job and take care of all the overgrown grass, shrubs, and trees, and from what I saw, the plan seems to be working like a charm.  The area the goats are in is just across the road from Goderich's water treatment plant on the road between St. Christopher's Beach and Rotary Cove.

 I WONDER HOW MANY PEOPLE TOUCH THIS FENCE JUST TO SEE IF IT'S 'LIVE'

A Blast From Our Past:: With Facebook yesterday throwing me a memory from our September East Coast Travels in 2018, I remembered the day I got to tour a submarine all by myself.  The Canadian sub Onondaga was permanently on dry land and displayed in Pointe-au-Père, Quebec. (near Rimouski) I took a lot of photos inside this submarine, and guys might find it interesting.  I sure did.  My Onondaga Submarine Tour

Al's Music Box:(( Brothers In Arms by Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( If you are on Facebook, You might find this humorously interesting. ... A 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of  the Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)." It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,"I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows." A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him. "Don't worry. It'll be all right." "I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button." "How long has it been?" "Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world." The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor. "Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started." "Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book." "How soon were you hooked?" "Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced." "What do you like most about Facebook?" "It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya." "Who's he?" "I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous." "Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see." "Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them." "Let me guess. Farmville?" "No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna." "Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?" "No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. " "What pic are you using?" "Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon." "To make yourself look prettier?" "No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using." "Didn't your friends notice that you look different?" "Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga." "When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?" "I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'" "What did you do?" "What else? I unfriended him, of course!"

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 THIS IS PHEEBS REACTION TO ME IN THE KITCHEN TRYING TO FRY UP A BOWL OF PORRIDGE

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