I CHALK SOME OF TONIGHT'S THOUGHTS UP TO THE NATURAL ACHES AND PAINS OF AGING

I'M GUESSING ALL THE BUTTERFLIES IN TONIGHT'S POST ARE 'PAINTED LADIES'

An absolutely beautiful Sunday morning here in Southwestern Ontario Canada.  I have mentioned countless times in my posts about how much I look forward to the coming of Autumn which if one is aware begins very quietly around the middle of August.  I was very much aware of that this morning when Pheebs and I went for a gravel road walk near Kerr's Campground southeast of Varna.  Late summer Crickets are like music to my ears as they sing of Autumn's slow and steady approach.  A touch of crisp in the air, and an abundance of purple wildflowers everywhere.  Another prelude to Autumn is the slight change of smell in the air with apples ripening on trees. And oh my the butterflies.  We walked us into a whole bunch of what I think were Painted Lady butterflies which you will see some of in this post.  Sure wish there was an easy way to shorten up summer and extend Autumn.  It was a good morning for my mind.

Another hot and miserably sticky afternoon thankfully stuck in the coolness of our house.  At least we are fortunate enough to have a cool place to escape too.  Millions upon millions of people do not.  A series of sudden and unexpected storm cells roared in across the lake late this afternoon bringing big winds and heavy rains for a short period of time.  And it also brought a much welcomed band of cooler air right in behind it.  Popped Pheebs into the Jeep and we drove a short distance out into the countryside just to look at all the groovy swirling clouds overhead.

THOUGHT IT ODD THIS MORNING TO SEE THIS HEAVILY LADEN WAGON OF STRAW BALES SITTING OFF TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

OH YES THERE'S THE PROBLEM

EVEN THE BACK TIRES WERE PARTIALLY FLAT FROM THE HEAVY LOAD

NICELY COLORED BINDER TWINE

THOUGHT IT KINDA NEAT WHILE SEARCHING AN INTERNET BUTTERLY SITE TODAY TO FIND SOME OF MY VERY OWN PAST BUTTERFLY PICS  ON THERE UNDER THE NAME 'TRAVEL WITH THE BAYFIELD BUNCH'

I chalk the following thoughts up to the natural progression of aging and I'm sure some readers will understand what I am getting at.  I have different favorite times of the day but have noticed I seem to have reached the point where the 'going to bed' time seems to have taken priority.  There is a mental and physical relief when I finally crawl into my recliner for the night.  Mentally, the difficulties and challenges of another day are over for a few hours and even though it may be temporary at least sleep brings a welcome reprieve.  Physically those commonplace aches and pains whether large or small are also temporarily relieved for a few hours.  No need for me to explain about the aches and pains, eeks, tweaks, and bothersome yeaks because I think most if not all readers well understand what I'm talking about.  Aches and pains come upon us so gradually as we age that we reach a point where they inevitably become the norm and we simply have to accept that whether consciously or not.  It's at the beginning of each day when I become especially aware of these aging grunts and groans knowing what a welcome relief it will be to get myself through to the end of the day and off my feet to kick back in my recliner for the night.  However, hauling myself out of my recliner first thing in the morning brings all those stiffened aches and pains stampeding back and it is the worst time of day until one get's moving around and things settle down into their normal achy breaky state.  In fact they have become so normal over these last years we sometimes hardly notice them unless of course one has to bend over and pick something up or horror of horrors get down on the floor or ground to look under a cupboard or vehicle.  Getting down was bad enough but wait for the getting back up part and OMG!!!  That is if you can get back up.  Quite an ungainly performance at times and hopefully not seen by any passers by.  Here an 'ouchy, there an ouchy, as we kinda flounder our way along from morning to night until finally taking ourselves off our feet and laying ourselves gently down in our favored and very welcomed sleep position again. Just imagine if we stepped into a time machine and were instantly transported back 50 or 60 years and had 5 minutes to simply walk around and perform a few simple tasks like maybe sitting on the ground and getting back up again.  Oh how I wish.  Then and only then could we ever really know the truth about just how bad this aching deteriorated shape we are in really is now that we are inextricably mired in this ever increasing age of Senior deterioration.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( An older couple had a son, who was still living with them.  The parents were a little worried, as the son was still unable to decide about his career path, so they decided to do a small test.  They took a ten-dollar bill, a Bible, and a bottle of whiskey, and put them on the front hall table. Then they hid, hoping he would think they weren't at home.  The father told the mother, "If he takes the money, he will be a businessman; if he takes the Bible, he will be a priest; but if he takes the bottle of whiskey, I'm afraid our son will be a drunkard."  So the parents took their place in the nearby closet and waited nervously, peeping through the keyhole they saw their son arrive home.  He saw the note they had left, saying they'd be home later.  Then, he took the 10-dollar bill, looked at it against the light, and slid it in his pocket. After that, he took the Bible, flicked through it, and took it also. Finally, he grabbed the bottle, opened it, and took an appreciative whiff to be assured of the quality, then he left for his room carrying all the three items.  The father slapped his forehead, and said, "Damn! It's even worse than I ever imagined...""What do you mean?" his wife inquired.  "He's gonna be a politician." the father replied.

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It seems I'm always in the right place! Unfortunately it's always at the wrong time.
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