WOODSY SURPRISES ME WITH A TWO WHEELER.....AND IT WASN'T A MOTORCYCLE

 A BIG SURPRISE FOR ME TODAY: AND IT EVEN CAME WITH A BIG RED BOW ON IT:)))))

Late Friday afternoon, an unfamiliar car pulled into our driveway.  Woodsy had arrived earlier in the afternoon, and we were working in the front yard.  Walking over to the car, a man got out and proceeded to walk around the back of the car.  I assumed he was a delivery driver and had a parcel that Woodsy had probably ordered.  Little did I realize how very right I was and, how little I knew what it was. The man said something about a bicycle delivery and that of course confused me even more.  He proceeded to open the rear hatch of the car, and the second I saw what was inside, I knew exactly what it was.  I had just been completely fooled by a clever little Woodsy.  With my birthday coming up shortly, she had totally surprised me with a brand spanking new electric E-bike.  Just last Sunday, while in Goderich, we a had stopped into the 360 Bikes and Boards on Courthouse Square because we had been talking about electric bicycles lately and knew absolutely nothing about them.  The lady there (Denata) was very helpful with answering all of our questions.  We thought next Spring we'd maybe look into it a little more seriously.  After leaving the store and heading for the car, Woodsy said she'd forgot to get a drink holder for her manual bike holder, so she returned to get that while I proceeded to the car.  Little did I know that her reason for going back to the store was to purchase the one bicycle I had liked.  It is an NCM T3s E-Bike.  Woodsy had scheduled the bike to be delivered on the day of my birthday, but with the weatherman predicting a 75% chance of rain that day, she rescheduled the delivery for Friday so that I would have a few days of sunny, dry weather to fly around on my new E-bike.  And, fly around I certainly did.  Up and down the street, peddling, peddling with power assist, and full electric power.  These bikes really go!! I circled around our neighbor Monica's lawn a couple of times and then headed way down around the south end of our Park, where I got myself into the ruts of some bulldozer tracks, patches of loose sand, a few potholes, and a log across the road.  No problem with any of them and I had myself a blast. It reminded me so much of my early motorcycle days when everything was so excitingly terrifying.  A great big thank you to Woodsy for making my day in such a surprising way:)))))............

 A FRIDAY NIGHT SUNSET

Another amazingly nice day, Saturday, and we spent most of the morning cleaning out flower beds.  And, I think I caught all the little froggy fellas in our front yard frog pond.  Haven't seen any frogs for a couple of days now, so I think they are all now safely in the Park's big pond.  A few stops in Goderich this afternoon.  Food Basics, Giant Tiger, The Harbor, Rotary Cove, the 360 Bike Shop, and A&W for a couple of Teen Burgers.  Topped the day off with a cruise into Bayfield for a couple of ice cream cones at the Woodland Drive-In:))

 A SATURDAY NIGHT SUNSET AS SEEN FROM THE SEAT OF MY NEW E-BIKE .....iPhone

LORRAINE (WOODSY) SNAPS OFF A FEW SUNSET PICS AT THE CORNER OF BAYFIELD RIVER ROAD AND TIPPERARY LINE

I didn't have any luck in finding the Aurora Borealis on Thursday night.  The northern sky remained colorless for the hour or so that I kept my eyes peeled, hoping to behold the dancing colors in the northern hemisphere.  Oh well, it was just nice being out in the countryside on an early October night.  I could see the lights of farm machinery as farmers worked through the darkness, harvesting their bean crops.

You are all probably tired of me saying what a nice day it is every day, so I won't bother mention what a nice day it was today.  Woodsy (Lorraine) and I headed out into the countryside this morning for a bike ride being careful to stay on paved roads.  It was a good workout for my aging legs whenever I decided to pedal.  We headed east on Bayfield River Road and north on Why's Line to Telephone Road and back home again. I had to make a few adjustments to my seat and the front fender.  This afternoon, we were on our bikes again and headed into Bayfield.  Our first stop on Main Street was for a couple of ice cream cones at Rosie's Ice Cream Shoppe.  From there, we cruised along Bayfield's Main Street, and out around a few of the lovely neighborhoods.  From there, it was down to the beach and right out onto the south pier with the bikes.  Woodsy climbed down over the large boulders alongside the pier and took herself for a walk in Lake Huron's warm waters.  After that, we headed on home, and it was so nice to sit my buns down in my big, soft, cushy recliner again.  Those bicycle seats can be a challenge.  All in all, we had a great day.  Woodsy has been an avid bicyclist for the past four years, and I was the same as a boy and young teenager with the exception of a dozen years ago when Kelly and I took our bikes to the southwest and enjoyed biking on the desert floor.  Like I've heard it said, 'One never forgets how to ride a bicycle'.  So true, and despite my beginner's Senior wobbliness, I am getting right back into it just like I was all those many years ago when I was a young boy in the small village of Tavistock Ontario, Canada. 

I MAY HAVE TO INVEST IN A SOFTER SEAT...I'M THINKING A MASSEY FERGUSON TRACTOR SEAT:))

ICE CREAM CONES NEAR THE NORTH END OF MAIN STREET

WOODSY HEADS DOWN OFF THE PIER

 CLAMBERS OVER THE BIG BOULDERS

 AND OUT INTO THE WARM WATERS OF LAKE HURON SHE GOES

 HEADING HOME ACROSS THE BAYFIELD BRIDGE

 HEADING DOWN THE HOME STRETCH

Al's Music Box Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City. He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around.  A priest Somebody get me a priest! the man gasps. A policeman checks the crowd----no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind. A PRIEST, PLEASE! the dying man says again. Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age. Mr. Policeman, says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic. But for fifty years now I've been living behind St. Elizabeth's Catholic Church on First Avenue, and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man." The policeman agreed and brought the octogenarian over to where the dying man lay. He kneels down, leans over the injured man and says in a solemn voice: Under the B, 4. Under the I, 19. Under the N, 38. Under the G, 54. Under the O, 72. 

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Bumper Stickers::

- 'Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.'
- 'Cover me. I'm changing lanes.'
- 'As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in public schools'
- 'REHAB is for quitters'
- 'I get enough exercise just pushing my luck!'
- 'Sometimes I wake up grumpy; Other times I let her sleep'
- 'I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather....Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car....'
- 'I didn't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian.'
- 'I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!'
- 'Pride is what we have. Vanity is what others have.'
- 'A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory.'
- 'How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away?'
- 'I'm not as think as you drunk I am'
- 'Forget about World Peace.....Visualize Using Your Turn Signal !'
- 'He who laughs last thinks slowest'

- 'Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.'
- 'Lottery: A tax on people who are bad at math.'
- 'Very funny, Scotty. Now beam down my clothes.'
- 'Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere may be happy.'
- 'Consciousness: that annoying time between naps.'
- 'i souport publik edekasion'
- 'Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.'
- 'Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder...'
- 'There are three kinds of people: those who can count & those who can't.'
- 'Why is 'abbreviation' such a long word?'
- 'Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?'
- Auntie Em: Hate you, Hate Kansas, Taking the dog. -Dorothy.'
- Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself.

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There is a knock on the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks out, and a man is standing there. Saint Peter is about to begin his interview when the man disappears. A moment later, there’s another knock. Saint Peter gets to the door, sees the man, opens his mouth to speak, but the man disappears once again. “Hey, are you playing games with me?” Saint Peter calls after him, rather annoyed. “No,” the man’s distant voice replies anxiously. “They are trying to resuscitate me.”

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A FEW PHOTOS FROM AROUND OUR BAYFIELD PINES PARK EARLIER TODAY

I won't bore readers with my days activities again because it was basically the same kind of day as the past two or three days.  I've once again been enjoyably busy outside doing flowerbeds, roto-tilling, watering, etc. and etc.  I did take a few pics around our Park earlier today.......... After publishing my blog tonight, I plan to head out under the moonlight and see if I can find me that elusive Aurora Borealis in the northern sky people have been talking about.......

THIS IS HOW OUR PARK'S PREVIOUS OWNER WAS DESTROYING OUR LOVELY PARK A FEW YEARS AGO

 AND THIS IS HOW THE NEW OWNER IS REPAIRING THE DAMAGE DONE....UPWARDS OF 2,000  NEW TREES WILL BE PLANTED

 INSTEAD OF BULLDOZERS PREVIOUSLY  DESTROYING THE LANDSCAPE, THEY ARE NOW BEING USED TO RESTORE THE LANDSCAPE

THIS ILLEGAL ROAD  RAMMED THROUGH THE FOREST BY THE PREVIOUS OWNER IS NOW BEING CLOSED AND WILL BE TURNED INTO ONE OF THE PARK'S FINE WALKING TRAILS

Some may wonder why I have been including the occasional selfie in my posts lately.  I kind of wondered that myself, but I think it is because my two main photographic subjects, Kelly and Pheebs, are no longer here for me to take pictures of, and Woodsy (Lorraine) doesn't like me pointing the camera at her.  So, to give some of my photos perspective, I have no choice but to shove my own face into the frame from time to time.  And, speaking of people who never liked to have their pictures taken, it is RV Sue (and her canine crew) who always comes to mind.  She absolutely hated anyone taking a picture of her, yet every time we met her, there I was flying around with my camera, taking all kinds of pictures.  She was a good sport about it, but I knew she would have liked to rip that camera out of my hand and beat me over the head with it.  I'm sure Sue wasn't the only one back then in those good old RV days who didn't like me taking their picture, but I justified it this way.  Had I not taken those photos of RV Sue and her Canine Crew, and many other folks, they would not have those photos of themselves and their friends and pets to look back on now from that wonderful bygone era.  Oh dear, how I so miss those days and all the wonderful places we went and the wonderful people we met along the way.  What an adventure it was, and with my blog archives, those memories will last forever, not only for me, but for others we met along the way.  Smile, say Cheese:))

I HAD MYSELF A BACKYARD CAMPFIRE THIS MORNING

 I LIKE TO WATCH THE SMOKE LAZILY CURL UP THROUGH THE TALL PINE TREES AND OH MY, HOW WONDROUS THE SMELL OF AUTUMN'S BURNING LEAVES

Al's Music Box The Masquerade by George Benson.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A blind man walks into a store with his seeing-eye dog. All of a sudden, he picks up the leash and begins swinging the dog over his head. The manager runs up to the man and asks, "What are you doing?!!" The blind man replies, "Just looking around."

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When the waitress in a New York City restaurant brought him the soup du jour, the Englishman was a bit dismayed. "Good heavens," he said, "what is this?" "Why, it's bean soup," she replied. "I don't care what it has been," he sputtered. "What is it now?"

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I'm sitting in a cafeteria next to a woman who was engrossed in her newspaper. One of the headlines blared: "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed." She shook her head at the sad news. Then, turning to me, she asked, "How many is a Brazilian?"

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After John had purchased movie tickets for himself and his girlfriend, she went inside to find seats while he got some popcorn. By the time he was served, the previews were being shown and the theater was dark. John stumbled his way through the dark, sat down and gave his girlfriend a kiss.
Then he heard a familiar voice from the row beind say, “John, I'm back here.”

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