I WAS GLAD TO BE HOME AND BACK INSIDE

 A SNOWY AFTERNOON COMING HOME FROM GODERICH

With the amount of snow that appeared to be falling late Tuesday afternoon, I was surprised to see so little of it on the ground this morning.  Thought for sure I'd be on the end of my shovel again, but nope.  Needing to get out of the house, I fired up Subie and headed out into the countryside.  Roads were snow-covered but easily passable.  With nothing else going on and not wanting to go home and sit inside, I decided to swing up around Goderich, grab a McD's coffee, check out the harbor, slip into Walmart for a few things, and head for home.  By the time I pulled into the Park several hours later, it was snowing heavily, and I was glad to be home and back inside.  The rest of the day wasn't adding up to much, so I turned to my Kindle Reader on this cold and snowy late January day and snuggled ever deeper into my comfy, cushy recliner.

 SNOW LADEN EVERGREEN  BOUGHS ON MY WAY TO GODERICH

AT ROTARY COVE WITH ICE OUT SO FAR I COULDN'T SEE THE OPEN WATERS OF LAKE HURON ANYMORE

I THINK THE ALGOMA INTREPID SURROUNDED BY ICE MIGHT BE FROZEN INTO THE SALT DOCK

LOOKS LIKE THE OAK GLEN IS WINTERING OVER IN GODEERICH'S FROZEN HARBOR

After Kelly's passing over a year ago, I, for some unknown reason, lost my interest in reading.  I had a couple of books on the go at the time, but I ended up not finishing either one of them.  I just could not seem to get myself motivated, but despite that, and even after my old Kindle Reader packed it in, I didn't give up.  I got myself a new Kindle about a month or so ago, and I am happy to say I just finished my first book with it today.  And, a good book it was too.  Amazon had suggested 81 Days Below Zero: The Incredible Survival Story of a World War II Pilot in Alaska's Frozen Wilderness by Brian Murphy. I found the book to be a well-written and thoroughly researched read.  It is nothing short of amazing to see what the mind and body are capable of when faced with such insurmountable odds.  I think the author did a great job pulling this whole story together.

 IT WAS A SNOW DRIVE HOME

 IN SOME PLACES THE ROAD LOOKED MORE LIKE A SKI RUN

 TURNING ONTO BAYFIELD RIVER ROAD, OUR PARK IS JUST DOWN THERE ON THE LEFT, SOMEWHERE

 AWW, THERE IT IS ON THE LEFT 

Al's Music Box:: Alone Again by Gilbert O'Sullivan.

 THIS ROTORY COVE PLAYGROUND PATIENTLY AWAITS THE LAUGHTER OF SUMMER'S CHILDREN

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A kindergarten student was having trouble putting on his boots, and asked his teacher for help. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn't want to go on. Finally, they got both boots on. She grimaced when the little boy said, "They're on the wrong feet." Sure enough, they were. The teacher kept her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on - this time on the correct feet. The little boy then announced, "These aren't my boots." The teacher sighed and pulled the boots off. The boy then said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear them." The teacher felt like crying, but she mustered up the strength to wrestle the boots back onto his feet. "Now," she said, "where are your mittens?" The boy replied, "I stuffed them in my boots...."

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Little Johnny rushes inside, out of breath and shouts, "Mother! Mother! Give me some money for the poor old man that's shouting along the road!" His mother replies, "What is he shouting?"

"Ice cream! Ice cream! Come get your ice cream."

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A man was on the very top diving board of a swimming pool. He was poised, he lifted his arms, and was about to dive in when the attendant came running up, shouting, “Don’t dive, there’s no water in that pool!”
“That’s all right!” said the man. “I can’t swim anyway!”

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Al's Doggy World

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Al's Art Gallery