ON BOARD A 295 FOOT, 1,610 TON SUBMARINE ALL BY MYSELF

 WITH A JOB TO DO, THESE GOATS ARE ACTUALLY AT WORK

A cloudy one and a touch cool.  It is that time of the season when the clothing transition begins between short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and long-sleeved shirts and pants.  I even slipped on a light nylon jacket over my long sleeves this morning. 

 A SATURDAY MORNING FARMER FERTILIZING HIS FIELD WITH A WELL KNOWN LOCALLY MANUFACTURED MANURE SPREADER

Sometimes, when I slip up to Goderich for a few things, it is not always the sole reason for my journey.  As often as not, I just like to go somewhere different, and maybe see something differnt along the way.  This morning, it had to do with goats.  Lots of them, and hard at work they were too.  And they were all working for the town of Goderich.  There are areas along the steep shoreline embankment that are hard for maintenance crews to get to and keep cleaned out.  So, somebody came up with the idea of sending in a herd of goats to do the job and take care of all the overgrown grass, shrubs, and trees, and from what I saw, the plan seems to be working like a charm.  The area the goats are in is just across the road from Goderich's water treatment plant on the road between St. Christopher's Beach and Rotary Cove.

 I WONDER HOW MANY PEOPLE TOUCH THIS FENCE JUST TO SEE IF IT'S 'LIVE'

A Blast From Our Past:: With Facebook yesterday throwing me a memory from our September East Coast Travels in 2018, I remembered the day I got to tour a submarine all by myself.  The Canadian sub Onondaga was permanently on dry land and displayed in Pointe-au-Père, Quebec. (near Rimouski) I took a lot of photos inside this submarine, and guys might find it interesting.  I sure did.  My Onondaga Submarine Tour

Al's Music Box:(( Brothers In Arms by Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( If you are on Facebook, You might find this humorously interesting. ... A 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of  the Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)." It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,"I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows." A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him. "Don't worry. It'll be all right." "I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button." "How long has it been?" "Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world." The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor. "Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started." "Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book." "How soon were you hooked?" "Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced." "What do you like most about Facebook?" "It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya." "Who's he?" "I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous." "Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see." "Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them." "Let me guess. Farmville?" "No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna." "Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?" "No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. " "What pic are you using?" "Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon." "To make yourself look prettier?" "No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using." "Didn't your friends notice that you look different?" "Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga." "When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?" "I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'" "What did you do?" "What else? I unfriended him, of course!"

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Al's Doggy World

 THIS IS PHEEBS REACTION TO ME IN THE KITCHEN TRYING TO FRY UP A BOWL OF PORRIDGE

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Al's Art Gallery