HAVING THINGS TO DO AND PLACES TO GO HELPS

A few flakes of snow in the air as Pheebs and I made our way around Bayfield on this cold and gray Sunday morning.  And, it was a legitimate Sunday morning too.  I don't know why but ever since before Christmas every day has seemed like Sunday to me.  Without thinking, had anyone asked me on any one of these past 14 days or so what day it was, I would have responded, 'Sunday'.  I actually like Mondays nowadays because that's the day when things start over again for another week.  No matter how good or bad the past week or week-end were, Monday is a new start.  Just like the first day of the month is a new start with the Grand Daddy of all new starts...New Year's Day.  I sometimes kinda like the fresh mentality and shaky challenges of new starts:))

 SNOWFLAKES IN THE AIR ON OUR DRIVE THROUGH BAYFIELD THIS MORNING

 SPOTTED A FELLOW DOING SOME SUNDAY MORNING WELDING AT BAYFIELD'S NORTH PIER

 IT'S A FISHING BOAT THIS CHAP IS WORKING ON

 IT'S A GOOD THING THERE IS A FIRE HYDRANT CLOSE BY IN CASE THOSE WELDING TORCH SPARKS SET ABLAZE HIS TIM HORTONS COFFEE SEEN HERE IN A RED CUP

DOG WALKERS ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE BAYFIELD RIVER

I am enjoying my latest book, Two Years Before The Mast but being a landlubber I am having difficulty understanding the workings of the early 1800's ship the author is sailing on. Here is an example of the book and how the author describes making ready for the ship's departure........'Having hove short, cast off the gaskets, and made the bunt of each sail fast by the jigger, with a man on each yard; at the word, the whole canvas of the ship was loosed, and with the greatest rapidity possible, everything was sheeted home and hoisted up, the anchor tripped and catheaded, and the ship underway.  The royal yards were all crossed at once, and royals and skysails set, and, as we had the wind free, the booms were run out, and every one was aloft, active as cats, laying out on the yards and booms, reeving the studding-sail gear; and sail after sail the captain piled upon her until she was covered with canvas, her sails looking like a great white cloud resting upon a black speck'.

Well, at least we have a few things going on next week to shake us out of these long and boring cold gray days.  Monday morning it's me to the Maitland Valley Medical Centre and Kelly to Exeter Tuesday morning for a dentist appointment.  Wednesday her new chair arrives from London and Thursday morning Richard and I will be out and about with coffee and muffins in hand.  Having things to do and places to go helps with Winter's doldrums at this time of year.

Al's Music Box:)) Answer Me The original Nat King Cole recording, titled "Answer Me, My Love", was released by Capitol Records on 24 February 1954.

GROANER'S CORNER:((  A little boy was attending his first wedding. After the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?"  "Sixteen," the boy responded.  His cousin was amazed that he knew the answer so quickly. "How do you know that?"  "Easy," the little boy said.  "All you have to do is add it up, like the Preacher said: 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."

-The first five days after the weekend are the toughest.

A little guy gets on a plane and sits next to the window. A few minutes later, a big, heavy, mean-looking guy plops down in the seat next to him and immediately falls asleep.  The little guy starts to feel a little airsick, but he's afraid to wake the big guy up to ask if he can go to the bathroom. He knows he can't climb over him, and so the little guy sits there, looking at the big guy, trying to decide what to do.  Suddenly, the plane hits an air pocket and an uncontrollable wave of nausea passes over the little guy. He can't hold it in any longer and he pukes all over the big guy's chest. About five minutes later the big guy wakes up, looks down, and sees the vomit all over him.  "So," says the little guy: "are you feeling better now?"

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