With 6 legs, 4 paws, and 2 feet, Pheebs and I took ourselves for a wee stroll in Huron Counties Hullett Marsh this morning. We had slowly Jeep crawled our way there from home around nine. The marsh was stone silent except for an odd quack now and again from an unseen duck or two. A few birds about but the only one I recognized was a Great Blue Heron. Skies were overcast with the temperature hanging around somewhere in the low 40’s with no wind. It was a doable morning so we dood it.
Home shortly before 11 with clearing skies I was encouragingly energized and re-interested in my ‘to-do’ list again. Just when I thought my age was beginning to get the best of me I grabbed a can of paint, a brush, climbed up my step ladder and painted a couple boards on our wooden shed I had forgot to do a few months ago when we had the shed roof re-shingled. After that I found myself cleaning some glass on the Jeep and putting away a few water hoses for winter. My big lawn rake grabbed my attention and with wheelbarrow, rake, and pitch fork in hand I flew around the yard like the Tasmanian Devil raking up leaves and pine needles to deposit on flowerbed pathways. Between all that I think I remember doing half a dozen other little things. Guess I kinda live my life in spurts. It’s either all or nothing or a lot of frustration in between trying to understand and level out the extremes.
After the loss of his younger Brother back in June my good friend Jim is back up and writing again. You can find him at Lifetime Sentences where he talks about that loss and how it affected him. At Long Last, I Am Back. Jim and I will be getting together Friday for coffee:))
DOGGY RUNNING FAST TODAY
‘OKAY DAD YOUR TURN TO RUN FAST’
And a word of thanks again to everyone for their kind words as of late whether they come in the form of comments, emails, Facebook, or in my Shout Box. I know I am remiss in responding to each individual email or comment and that has weighed on me over the years. I can only hope readers know and understand how much I really do appreciate those words and my blog is my personal thank you to all my friends and readers.
GROANER’S CORNER:(( A drunk walks into a crowded bar and takes the last barstool next to an older woman. After awhile, the woman starts to smell this horrible odor coming from the direction of the drunk. She turns to him and says, "Excuse me Mister, but did you just crap yourself?" The drunk replied, "Yes ma'am, I have indeed crapped myself." The woman says, "Well, why don't you go somewhere and clean yourself up?" The drunk says, "'Cause I'm not finished yet..."
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“My pursuit of perfect speech has become a diction.”
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You Might Be A Redneck If:: Three quarters of the clothes you own have logos on them.
Your grandfather always does the "pull my finger" trick at the family reunion.
Every time you leave your house, you are followed by federal agents of the Bureau of Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms.
You have a house that's mobile and five cars that aren't.
Your gene pool doesn't have a "deep end.
"Your `huntin dawg' cost more than the truck you drive him around in.
You have an extra large garbage bag for a convertible top.
Your belt buckle weighs more than you do.
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