'ONE MAN'S TRASH IS ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE'.....AND SO IT WAS TODAY

 A WALK SUNDAY NIGHT ON THE SOUTHWEST SIDE OF BAYFIELD'S NEW BRIDGE

After posting Sunday night's post, I again headed off in the Subaru into Bayfield, where I got myself out of the car for a walk down under the Bayfield Bridge, and over along the north side of the river where the fishing boats were docked.  

 SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS AT BAYFIELD'S PIONEER PARK

 A LONE SAILBOAT HEADS FOR HARBOR

 A VIEW FROM THE NORTH SIDE OF THE HARBOR LOOKING SOUTHEAST

 A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE ON BAYFIELD'S SOUTH PIER

 THE NORTH SIDE OF THE HARBOR IS WHERE ALL THE COMMERCIAL FISHING BOATS ARE TIED UP

 THE BRIDGE OF THE FISHING BOAT 'LAST TIME'

 THE INNER WORKINGS OF A FISHING BOAT

 I RECKON THIS HAS SONETHING TO DO WITH MAYBE HAULING THE FISHING NETS IN

 SECURELY TIED UP TO DOCKSIE

After that, I drove out into the countryside to our walking spot on Stirling's Line and took myself for a country road walk just as the Sun dipped below the horizon.  In spirit, Pheebs is always with me on these walks and car rides.

 TOOK THIS SELFIE WITH MY iPHONE AND SENT IT TO WOODSY IN STRATFORD

A beautiful morning to get outside right away and continue with my big clean-up.  Moved a pile of junk I had accumulated in an area of the back yard to out beside the carport near the utility trailer.  This will make it much easier for the junk guy to simply back in his trailer and load up whatever stuff he wants to take.  I also blew out all the pine pollen, pine needles, and dust from the carport.  Raked up a wheelbarrow load of pine needles as well, plus a few other things, but as the day heated up, I slowed down, and finally came inside to cool off with a big windy fan blowing directly on me.  I was also able today to get another load of inside stuff loaded up for Goderich's St. Vincent de Paul.  I have found in these past 6 months that giving away stuff, or chucking it in the garbage, has become easier and easier.  I am giving away and getting rid of stuff that I have hung onto for decades and decades.  Overall, this major downsizing has been a very helpful thing for me, and I am quite satisfied with the direction I am heading.

 ALTHOUGH A SMALLER LOAD THAN USUAL FOR ST. VINCENT dE PAUL, EVERY LITTLE BIT HELPS TO CLEAR OUT ALL THE CLUTTER

Pete, the scrap metal and junk collector guy from down Bayfield River Road, a couple of miles, showed up late this afternoon about 5:30 with his trailer, and we loaded it up full with all the junk stuff I/we had accumulated over the years.  He took everything that I had laid out.  EVERYTHING!!  Doesn't matter what it was, he took it.  I am a happy camper tonight, seeing all that stuff finally gone and I'm sure Pete is a happy camper as well with all his new junk.  Remember, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

 THIS MORNING

 THIS AFTERNOON

PETE HAD A FULL TRAILER LOAD BY THE TIME HE LEFT

 I AM SO GLAD TO BE RID OF ALL THIS STUFF

Al's Music Box:)) I am going to make a slight change to Al's Music Box.  I still intend to include a new song each and every day, but I am just going to include the song, and not all the information about the song.  If folks are interested in the song's origins or history, they can easily find it by typing the song's name into Google and then looking to see what Wikipedia has to say about it.  That's what I always did.  So, for today's Music Box song, here is, A Beautiful Morning by The Young Rascals.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A cat dies and goes to Heaven. God meets him at the gate and says, "You have been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask."  The cats says, "Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors."  God says, "Say no more." And instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.  A few days later, 6 mice are killed in a tragic accident and they go to Heaven. God meets them at the gate with the same offer that He made the cat. The mice said, "All our lives we've had to run. Cats, dogs and even women with brooms have chased us. If we could only have a pair of roller skates, we wouldn't have to run anymore."  God says, "Say no more." And instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates.  About a week later, God decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow. God gently wakes him and asks, "How are you doing? Are you happy here?"  The cat yawns and stretches and says, "Oh, I've never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you've been sending over are absolutely the best!!

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I don't have to worry about being kidnapped. Because of my twisted personality, they would bring me back in less than half an hour!

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Kelly & Pheebs Corner

 HAPPY TO SIT DOWN FOR A REST IN UTAH'S WILLIS SLOT CANYON NEAR CANNONVILLE

 A VERY FINE MORNING WALK IN ARIZONA'S KOFA MOUNTAINS

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SHE THEN ASKED ME THE COLOR OF MY EYES AND WHAT I WAS WEARING

 POPPY FLOWERS

My computer dilemma started Friday morning when, at about 9 a.m., with my living room computer on my lap, it lost its internet connection.  Oh-Oh, not a good sign.  I trotted off down the hall to the sunroom and fired up the desktop computer, and it was still online and working fine.  It doesn't take much to put me in a funk when electronic problems present themselves, and for the rest of the day, I had a chip on my shoulder.  My iPhone wouldn't allow me to access my voicemail so Woodsy and I slipped up to the Bell Store in Goderich, and a fella there fixed the problem.  It didn't seem to help me out of my funk though because after all, my laptop was still offline.  Using the desktop computer to complete and post my Friday night post, I started to feel a bit better.  Then, the desktop computer went offline.  Oh Dear, I was now about fit to be tied.  No internet connection meant I was dead in the water with the DREADED THOUGHT that I would have to  dial a 1-800 number to our Eastlink internet provider based in Halifax.  I put that unsavory task off for as long as possible, and it was not until Saturday afternoon that I was able to gather enough calm patience together to make the 40-minute 'wait' call to Eastlink.  The lady there was very good at getting the modem up and running again, and I was soon back online.  Well, that's after I found the modem's power plug pulled out.  (my fault) And then, about a half an hour later, my living room laptop was back online again as well.  Will wonders ever cease.  Now, if I can get the bank schmozzle figured out at the bank Monday morning, I just might be back to my sort of normal self again.  Ya right!! Whaddya think are the chances, eh.  Oh ya, and while I was trying to reach Eastlink I got all muddled up and somehow my phone began dialing the 911 emergency number.  Panicking, I tried desperately to shut my phone off but I was too late.  A lady's voice on the other end was already asking about my emergency.  She said something about police cars being dispatched.  I was really in a fluster now but somehow managed to calm myself down to a dull rumble and quickly explained my mistake.  She asked me for my name, address, and date of birth, and with that, she accepted that I had accidentally dialled 911.  She then asked me the color of my eyes and what I was wearing.  Okay, okay, she really didn't ask those last two questions, but she did wish me a 'nice day.'  Oh, and no police cars showed up in my driveway.

Lorraine headed home to Stratford earlier this afternoon, so that means if I take myself out to the Woodland Drive-In tonight for ice cream, I can eat her cone too.  I think I kinda like that thought......I'm still having a few stomach pains but not as bad as a couple of nights and days ago.  Now, if my bank meeting Monday morning is successful and they can get make it possible for me to access my online banking site again, that will be the icing on the cake.  But, I must say, I am not overly optimistic that will happen because it's been nearly a month now..........

Al's Music Box:)) I Can't Help Myself is a 1965 song recorded by the Four Tops for the Motown label.  Written and produced by Motown's main production team, Holland-Dozier-Holland, "I Can't Help Myself" is one of the most well-known Motown recordings of the 1960s and among the decade's biggest hits. The single topped the Billboard's R&B chart for nine weeks (being named the biggest R&B single of the year by Billboard) and also peaked at No.1 on the Hot 100 for two non-consecutive weeks, from June 12 to June 19 and from June 26 to July 3 in 1965. It replaced "Back in My Arms Again" by label mates The Supremes. It was first unseated at No.1 by "Mr. Tambourine Man" by the Byrds, then regained the top spot before being replaced by the Rolling Stones' "(I Can't Get No Satisfaction)". Billboard ranked the record as the second biggest single of 1965. "I Can't Help Myself" was the Four Tops' first top 40 single in the UK, peaking at No.23 at the end of 1965, then reaching No.10 in its early 1970 re-release.  Billboard described the song as a "spirited, fast-paced wailer performed in [the Four Tops'] unique style."  Cash Box described it as "a rollicking hand-clappin' thumper about a fella who is delighted 'cause he's head-over-heels with the gal of his dreams." Rolling Stone magazine ranked the song at No.483 on their list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. It has been covered extensively since 1965, including versions done for several television commercials. In 2019, Applebee's used the song for one of their advertisements.

Groaner's Corner:(( There was a tradesman, a painter named Jack, who was very interested in making a dollar where he could. So he often would thin down his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away with this for some time. Eventually, the local church decided to do a big restoration project. Jack put in a painting bid and, because his price was so competitive, he got the job. And so he started, erecting the trestles and putting up the planks, and buying the paint and thinning it down with turpentine.  Jack was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened and the rain poured down, washing the thin paint from all over the church and knocking Jack off the scaffold to land on the lawn.  Jack was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he fell on his knees and cried, "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"  And from the thunder, a mighty Voice spoke, "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

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A newly hired nurse listened while the doctor was yelling, "Typhoid! Tetanus! Measles!"  She asked another nurse, "Why is he going on like that?"  The experienced nurse replied, "Oh, he just likes to call the shots around here."

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There was once a fair-haired woman on a plane to Detroit. She was in the economy class, but after takeoff, she saw an empty seat in first class and moved there. An attendant saw her and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but you have a ticket for economy class, not first. You cannot stay here." The blonde replied, "I can and I will." The attendant told the copilot, who came and talked to the woman. "Ma'am, we really can't have you staying in this seat, your ticket was for economy." "You can't make me move." The copilot told the captain, who tried to talk her out of the seat but it didn't work. Finally, a man who had heard what had been going on told the attendant to let him have a go at getting the woman out of the seat because he was married to a fair-haired woman too, so he knew how to deal with her. After a quick chat with her, she moved. The shocked attendant asked him how he did it. The man replied, "I told her first class wasn't going to Detroit."

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 MORNING WALK IN THE KOFA MOUNTAIN RANGE SOUTH OF QUARTZSITE, ARISOMA

 SOMEBODY WENT TO A LOT OF WORK TO CREATE THIS HUGE CIRCLE OF STONES

 PHEEBS ON MY LAP

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