I THINK SHE IS GOING TO BLOW RIGHT THROUGH A HUNDRED

Oh dear, this memory of mine is getting worse.  Two days ago, on July 11th, my Aunt Jean celebrated her 98th birthday and had a full day.  I talked to her Friday night, and she was in her usual good spirits, although very tired from the day's activities that she wasn't accustomed to.  Mentally, she is doing fine, but physically, her mobility is slowly slipping away.  On the plus side, she no longer needs oxygen at night to sleep, and she can still get around with her walker, although the distances she can cover are getting shorter.  The oppressive heat and humidity have kept her inside more than usual, but by golly, if she wants to go anywhere outside of her facility, she can still make it out to her car, and away she goes.  Driving still comes easily for her, and the manic Sarasota Florida, traffic doesn't bother her at all.  She can mix it up with the best of them, and when she parks her car anywhere, she never drives it into a parking spot, she backs it in.  Imagine that, at 98 years old, backing a car into a parking spot.  But, like she says, she's been backing up vehicles since helping on a farm near Zurich, Ontario as a young teenager.  She thinks she might not make it for another year, but I think she is going to blow right through a hundred.  Imagine that, 100 candles on a birthday cake:))    

MR RED WING BLACKBIRD

 MRS RED WING BLACKBIRD I PRESUME

 

I was again out the door and into the car this morning.  Too hot and humid for a walk, but it was fine for a windows-down long cruise through the countryside.  Picked up a Tim Hortons coffee to go in Clinton and then proceeded north out of town.  West of Balls Bridge (an old iron bridge) is an old abandoned gravel pit where my good buddy Richard and I would sometimes stop on our Thursday morning travels, and take a walk around the pit.  Richard was always on the lookout for small, unique round stones.  I stopped there intending to take myself for a walk and have a chat with him, but the heat, the mosquitoes, and the Deer Flies made that impossible.  So, with a wave to the sky, and a head full of memories of my long-time best friend, I walked back to the car and headed further west on the gravel road.

 BALLS BRIDGE NORTH OF CLINTON

 BETWEEN BALLS BRIDGE AND THE GRAVEL PIT

 THIS IS THE GRAVEL PIT RICHARD AND I WOULD SOMETIMES WALK AROUND ON OUR  BI-MONTHLY THURSDAY MORNING TRAVELS

 I SURE MISS MY BEST FRIEND OF 50 YEARS

A short distance west of the gravel pit, the road gently curves a few times and then gently dips down between two small lakes.  It was probably just one lake years ago until a road was built through the middle of it.  I've taken many photos at this favorite spot over the years, and from here, I headed on home.

ANOTHER FAVORITE SPOT OF MINE

 IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY YOU CAN SEE  TWO GROUPLS OF CANADA GEESE OUT THERE

 THERE IS ALWAYS A LOT OF WATER LILIES HERE EACH YEAR AT THIS TIME

AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE LAKE HEADED HOME

The bicycle shop in Goderich phoned this morning saying, Lorraine's bike was ready to be picked up, so off to Goderich we went shortly after 3 this afternoon to get it and load it into the Subaru.  We are becoming quite good at loading and unloading that bicycle.  From Goderich, we headed south to Bayfield, where we stopped once again at Clan Gregor Square.  Out came the bicycle, and Woodsy was off for another ride around town.  It was 3:45, and I came back and picked her up at 5..................

 SPOTTED IN GODERICH THIS AFTERNOON

AND THESE TWO LLAMAS LIVE ONLY A QUARTER MILE FROM OUR PLACE ALONG WITH A HERD OF SHEEP

Saturday night at Bayfield's beach, we again watched people enjoying themselves.  It was another walk on the pier and another sunset.

 SATURDAY NIGHT AT BAYFIELD'S BEACH

 FAMILY FUN

EVEN AN OLDER FELLA SITTING BY THE WATER TAKING PHOTOS

 "HEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OLDER FELLA"

 SELFIES WITH FRIENDS ALONG THE LAKE HURON SHORELINE

 EVEN PEOPLE IN THE WATER

 AND OH MY, THE SKY

 QUITE A CROWD ON THE SOUTH PIER

 WE HEAD OUT ONTO THE PIER

 I AM SEEING UPTURNED CARTOON FACES IN THE CLOUDS

 AND ANOTHER SUMMER'S NICE SUNSET WAS HAD BY ALL

Al's Music Box:)) A Lover's Concerto by the Toys.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( The little Moron phoned a retail pharmacy to talk about his prescription.  He said to the pharmacist, "My doctor ordered this prescription for me. Your store filled it and gave me a bottle with 100 capsules in it about two weeks ago. I'm supposed to take one capsule every six hours and I've been doing that. A little packet came out of the bottle. The packet said 'Do not eat' on it...That was four days ago, and I'm really hungry!"

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- Men don't care what's on TV. They only care what else is on TV.

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The man told his doctor that he wasn't able to do all the things around the house that he used to do. When the examination was complete, he said, "Now, Doc, I can take it. Tell me in plain English what is wrong with me." "Well, in plain English," the doctor replied, "you're just lazy." "Okay," said the man. "Now give me the medical term so I can tell my wife."

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There were two guys working for the city. One would dig a hole -- he would dig, dig, dig.  The other would come behind him and fill the hole -- fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously; one digging a hole, the other filling it up again.  A man, watching from the sidewalk, couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally, he had to ask them. He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!" The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, it must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today."

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