The thing to do this morning was to get out and about before the humidity ramped up so Pheebs and I headed off for a wee walk in the Bayfield Cemetery. On the way home we stopped into Richard and Gayle's place where Richard toured me around a few flat bush trails on their new electric cart which is very similar to a golf cart only a touch smaller. He tells me it will do the quarter mile in 1.6 seconds:)) I think if he decides on a name for the cart, and based on that fast quarter mile time, he might call it 'Slingshot'.
|CONE FLOWERS ARE NEARING THEIR END OF DAYS|
Our outside jungle around the house has been slowly but steadily encroaching on us. I don't seem to be as active or as enthusiastic about keeping it all trimmed back as I once was. However, Kelly mentioned it to me Saturday and yesterday afternoon, despite the humidity I hauled out a couple aluminum step-ladders, my trusty swede saw, and a pair of clippers. I wasn't long in having our small front yard lawn littered with tree branches as well as shrubs and vine clippings. Our yard is way overdo for a make over and while sawing away at a branch today I thought to myself, 'well, at least I'm making a start.
|THIS AREA ON THE WEST SIDE OF OUR PLACE WILL REMAIN AS IS|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Walking through Chinatown, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese restaurants, shops, signs and banners. He turns a corner and sees a building with the sign, "Hans Olaffsen's Laundry." So he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman behind the counter. The tourist asks, "How did this place get a name like "Hans Olaffsen's Laundry?" The old man answers, "Is name of owner." The tourist asks, "Well, who and where is the owner?" "Me, is right here," replies the old man. "You? How did you ever get a name like Hans Olaffsen?" "Is simple," says the old man. "Many, many year ago when come to this country, was stand in line at Documentation Center. Man in front was big blonde Swede. Lady look at him and go, "What your name?" He say, "Hans Olaffsen." Then she look at me and go, 'What your name?'" "I say, Sem Ting."
The man was in no shape to drive, so he wisely left his car parked and walked home. As he was walking unsteadily along, he was stopped by a policeman. "What are you doing out here at 2 A.M.?" asked the officer.
"I'm going to a lecture." The man said.
"And who is going to give a lecture at this hour?" the cop asked. "My wife," said the man.