|DESPITE A CLOUDY OVERCAST, WE HAD A FEW NICE SUN SPLASHES ON OUR WAY HOME FROM GODERICH THIS MORNING|
|MOST OF OUR SNOW MELTED OVERNIGHT|
|HOW GREAT TO SEE FARM FIELDS OF COLOR AGAIN|
Needing a few things in Goderich, Pheebs and I headed up that way, grabbed a coffee, wandered down around the harbor, picked up some stuff at Walmart, and came home. Although both Pheebs and I were up for a long afternoon walk, my leg wasn't, and we had to cut it short again. Very annoying!!
|I THINK THESE FOLKS MAY BE THE FIRST BEACHCOMBERS OF THE YEAR AT GODERICH'S ROTARY COVE|
|SHORELINE ICE IS MELTING VERY QUICKLY NOW|
When I saw the red bow of a ship poking out from behind the world's largest underground Salt Mine, I had no idea what ship it was until I zoomed in with my camera lens and read the name, Griffon. I knew right away that it was a vessel belonging to the Canadian Coast Guard and the very same vessel that has been in the news this past week. The Griffon has been involved in the search for debris on Lake Huron from the latest shoot-down of an unidentified flying object. I am assuming that this ice-breaking Coast Guard vessel is in port to re-supply its stores or maybe to bring ashore whatever it has found in its search. Goderich is the only main port on the entire Canadian shoreline from Tobermory to Sarnia, a distance of about 200 miles. I never thought to drive over to the north side of the harbor to see if there were any kind of security vehicles near the Griffon's docking spot. Darn:((
It was another one of those days where I sat here at the computer blankly staring out the sunroom window in front of me trying to think of something to write about. As a rule, I feel compelled to write something every day but some days like today, my mind simply refuses to help me out. But, then I thought of the Griffon and walla, at least I had another paragraph:))
|CANADA GEESE STRUTTING THEIR STUFF ALONG THE PIER|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The inmate on death row was scheduled to be put to death by firing squad the following morning. Throughout the day, the prison guards were being very nice to him. But when they asked him if he wanted something specific for his last meal, he didn't want anything special. When they asked if there was something special he wanted to do, he said nothing. Finally, when he was put before the firing squad, the guard asked if he wanted a cigarette and a blindfold. "No," the inmate said, "just get it over with." "Well, is there anything that I can do for you before you go?" said the guard. The inmate thought. "Actually," he said, "Music is my life. One thing I would really like is to sing my favorite song, the whole thing, with no interruptions." The guard nodded and told him to go ahead. The inmate started, "One billion bottles of beer on the wall..."
I was in a liquor store and the owner asked me, "Do you need help?" I replied, "Yes, but I’ll have a bottle of whisky instead."