|OUR FRONT YARD FROGS WERE KEEPING A CLOSE EYE ON ME TODAY|
Ever since the Jeep failed to start a couple weeks ago and we had to get it towed, we've been trying to decide what to do. Replace it or get it fixed. Back and forth and around and around we have been going. We may have finally reached a decision and have decided to do......'nothing'. The Bayfield Garage did get back to us with an estimate to replace the starter, which incidentally had just been replaced three years ago. Both Kelly and I had forgotten about that. The Jeep's engine has a slow oil leak somewhere, the back window hatch latch is broken, there is a hair-line crack in the windshield from top to bottom, and the Jeep is rusting. To make a long story short, we have decided to keep the Jeep as it is and use it as a backup vehicle for now. We will make more use of the Subaru. In other words, we are going to see how we make out transitioning from a two-car family to a one-car family. Circumstances have changed here over the past couple of years and we think this just might be the right move for us at this time. So, under bright sunny skies this morning it was off in the Subaru Pheebs and I did go. And, with my hip not feeling too bad, we actually got some boots and paws on the ground at our country road walking spot.
|ANOTHER TRAILER LOAD FOR THE PARK'S REYCYCLING AREA|
|I FINISHED ROTO-TILLING THIS AREA|
|A COUPLE RELOCATED HOSTAS|
|A FEW OF THE MANY ROCKS I HAVE BEEN MOVING AROUND|
|MY SURPLUS ROCK PILE IS GROWING|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper. This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John. He was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to Catholicism. They went over and talked to him. John decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic, which made them all very happy. They took him to church, and the priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic."The men were so relieved, now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved. The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and, just at supper time, when the neighborhood was settling down to their cold tuna fish dinner, the smell of steak cooking on a grill came wafting into their homes. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses! WHAT WAS GOING ON? They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent. The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."
As a musician, I was in a job interview the other day and they asked if I could perform under pressure. I said, "No, but I can perform Bohemian Rhapsody!"