SOMETIMES TOO MUCH STUFF SEEMS TO HAPPEN ALL AT ONCE

Another heat warning advisory was issued by the weather department today.  I am already looking forward to mid-August when seasonal temperatures generally begin to swing into cooler air.  Of course, with weather patterns out of whack all around the world, that mid-August gradual cool-down may not happen again this year.  

 GERANIUM

 CLAMATIS

 THE LIGHTER COLORED  ONES ARE HOSTA FLOWERS

My good buddy Richard picked me up at 9:30 this morning for our second country road coffee tour of the month.  Our two-and-a-half-hour travels took us southeast of Bayfield through the scenic countryside as far afield as Exeter and back.  Time very well spent again.  Waiting for Richard this morning I took a few flower pics around our front yard while warding off hordes of mosquitoes recently brought out by this hot and humid weather.  

 A GRACKLE ON OUR BIRD STATION DEALING WITH THE HOT WEATHER

 THE HOT WEATHER HASN'T DAMPENED THIS CHIPMUNK'S APPETITE FOR BIRDSEED

 ONE OF A NUMBER OF FLOWER ARRANGEMENTS AROUND OUR PARK

Busy days ahead again.  Luckily, Kelly's plasmapheresis scheduled for Saturday has been rescheduled to Tuesday but we have company coming Sunday for two days.  Rebecca, Ricardo, and Ella.  And we just got notice today that our Park's water will be off from 9 a.m. Monday until later in the day as some water pumps are replaced.  How come sometimes too much stuff seems to happen all at once:((    

Al's Music Box:)) Who'll Stop The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival from the album 'Cosmos Factory'.  1970

 KELLY WITH HER BROTHER PETER THURSDAY MORNING IN BAYFIELD

GROANER'S CORNER:(( An Answering Machine Message sung to the tune of the "Camptown Races":

I can't come to the telephone; doo-dah, doo-dah.
Leave your message when you hear the tone; oh, de doo-dah day.
Might be gone all night... Might be gone all day...
So leave a message when you hear the tone.
I'll call you back someday..

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There was a boy standing on a corner selling fish.  He was saying, "Dam fish for sale, dam fish for sale."  A preacher walked up and asked why he was calling them dam fish.  The kid said, "I caught them at the dam, so they're dam fish."  The preacher bought some, took them home and asked his wife to cook the dam fish.  His wife looked at him in bewilderment and said, "Preachers aren't supposed to talk like that."  The preacher explained why they were dam fish, and she agreed to cook them. When dinner was ready and everyone was sitting down, the preacher asked his son to pass him the dam fish.  His son replied, "That's the spirit dad. Pass the hellish potatoes!"

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