SOME THINGS DON'T CHANGE THOUGH

 I CAME ACROSS A FEW CREEKS ON MY RELAXING SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE

Yay, an orange sunrise, and that heralded another nice late November day.  Well almost.  The strong wind drove the 47°F temps down into the thirties, and that was too cold for me.  Stopping at my country walking spot, I stepped out of the car, stepped right back in, cranked up the heater, and continued on down the road.  My morning drive took me along the Bannockburn Line, and I was able to snap a few late-season photos along the way.

 BECAUSE OF THE BITING COLD WIND, I DIDN'T STOP HERE AT MY USUAL SPOT FOR A MORNING WALK

 SOMETINES IN HARVEST SEASON, THERE ISN'T ALWAYS A LOT OF ROOM ON THE COUNTRY ROADS

 A DISTANT FARM ABOUT A MILE AWAY

 THE BACK OF A FARM PROPERTY ALONG MY WALKING ROAD

ALTHOUGH OUR FORESTS ARE NOW BARE OF AUTUMN'S COLOR, FARMER'S FIELDS ARE STILL COLORFUL

 AREA CREEKS ARE STILL BABBLING BROOKS

My morning thoughts as I slowly ambled along through the countryside centered on a few changes in life as one grows older.  Many of which, I may add, are welcome changes.  Some, not so much, but regardless of which, all are meaningful and important in the progress of one's life.  I sometimes reflect on the many phases of change in my music interests over the past eight decades.  Although I still like all the old music I've listened to over the years, I rarely listen to it anymore. It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I much prefer a different type of music now in these latter years.  The same thing holds true for food.  Things I liked and preferred years ago have dropped by the wayside.  And, my eating habits and appetite have changed.  I no longer like eating big meals or sitting down at prescribed times to eat.  I'm a grazer.  If I'm hungry, I drum up something to eat, and if I'm not, I don't eat!!  My interest in vehicles has changed.  Gone are the shaky little sports cars and the old patched-up junkers.  Gone too are the fifty-dollar cars, bald tires, rusty sills, and oil-dripping engines.  It's been decades now since I tucked my shirts into my pants.  Comfort finally won out over style.  Never liked wearing hats of any kind until we started RVing.  Now, I hardly go anywhere without some kind of a hat on.  Politics never interested me, and still doesn't, but over the past ten years, I have taken a concerned interest in the nastiness and skull duggery of dishonest politicians.  Where once, as a child, I could run like a forest deer through the woods, I no longer have the interest, the ability, or the reason to do so.  Where once I loved the camaraderie and tomfoolery of hanging around with a bunch of guys,  the loud music and overall noise of bars and hotels, I now prefer to be alone, surrounded by the quietness of nature.  I enjoy a quiet walk in the countryside as opposed to the rock concerts I attended years ago and their throngs of shoulder-to-shoulder crowds.  Once a very sociable fellow, I now avoid social encounters and am quite alright with that.  Comfortable footwear long ago replaced leather shoes and cowboy boots.  My taste in humor has also changed.  As soon as a comedian starts throwing around foul language to get attention, I change the channel or I stop reading.  If you have to do that to spike the audience, then I'm just not interested in what you have to say.  No, I'm not a prude, I'm just someone who has been fortunate enough to get away from all that.  I may not quite know why that is, but I like to think it might have something to do with finally having a more mature outlook on life.  Strange how those things change within us as we age.  Some may not like those changes, but in my world, I welcome them with open arms.  I'm not anywhere near perfect, but I am much happier with the person I am today than the person I was years ago.  Some things don't change though.  I've always liked peanut butter, and I still do.  The natural kind that is:))

 SO NICE TO BE WANDERING ALONG UNDER BIG BRIGHT BLUE SKIES

 AS A KID PLAYING NEAR OUR HOUSE, I ALWAYS KNEW THAT IT WAS UNDER TREES LIKE THIS THAT THE WEE FOLKS OF THE FOREST LIVED

 I BELIEVE THIS TO BE AN OLD ELM TREE STANDING ALONE IN A FARMER'S FIELD

My activities today consisted of fixing a birdhouse and cleaning out some eavestroughs.  In other words, kind of a lazy Sunday.  I ended the day feeling a little guilty that I had not accomplished more outside things on such a nice, sunny late November day. I didn't include a few of Saturday night's sunset photos, so I will include them here.

 A QUIET MOMENT BY THE WATER'S EDGE

 LINING UP FOR A SUNSET SELFIE

LORRAINE TOOK THIS CANDID PHOTO OF ME OUT OF THE CAR TAKING A FEW SUNSET PICS

 I SLIGHT TOUCH OF SUNSET ALIGHTS ON THIS MARTIN BIRD HOUSE AT BAYFIELD'S BEACH

 I LIKE THE ALBION HOTEL'S NEW LIGHTING

 PERHAPS ONE OF THE ALBION'S GHOSTS ON THE SECOND FLOOR BALCONY

Al's Music Box:: We'll Sing In The Sunshine by Gale Garnett.

Groaner's Corner:(( When the gambler wakes up from dreaming about a huge glowing number 5 made of gold and diamonds, he knows it's an omen. So he grabs a racing form and looks up that day's fifth race. Sure enough, the number 5 horse in the fifth race is Fifth Element. So for the rest of the day, he does everything in fives: He eats five bowls of cereal for breakfast, goes for a five-mile run, takes a five-minute shower, and wears the fifth jacket he finds in his closet.  At the racetrack, he buys five programs, bets $555 on the fifth horse in the fifth race, and sits in the fifth seat of the fifth row of the bleachers in section five.  And when the gun goes off, he settles in and watches his horse come in....... fifth.

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"Hey Alexa, can you check my bank account and see what Apple productsI can afford to buy...."
Alexa: "Apple Juice."

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How was your blind dates?" a college student asked her roommate. "Terrible!" the room-mate answered. "He showed up in his 1932 Rolls Royce .""Wow! That's a very expensive car. What's so bad about that?" "He was the original owner."

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