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| BAYFIELD'S ANNUAL SANTA CLAUSE OARADE |
The forecasted rain didn't happen this morning, so I was right outside working with three of my best buddies. Mister's Pitchfork, Leaf Rake, and Wheelbarrow. There just seems to be no end to all the leaves on the ground. Following up that little project, we donned our coats, hopped into the Subaru, and headed into Bayfield for its annual Saturday morning Santa Claus Parade. Luckily, with no wind and 51°F temps, it was doable to stand along the crowded route and watch the parade go by. However, it wasn't doable for both of us to watch the whole parade. I noticed years ago that I can't stand in one spot for any longer than about 20 minutes, and the parade was going to go for at least half an hour or more. Lorraine was experiencing some leg pain (sciatica) as well so about half we through the parade, we pulled the plug and headed back to the car. Sure felt great to sit down. I did manage a few photos of the parade, but the floats were not my main focus. As I've said a number of times in previous blogs, I love taking candid pictures of people just being themselves, and this morning it was no exception, as it was the kids and doggies that caught my eye.
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| CROSSING FROM CLAN GRGOR SQUARE TO BAYFIELD'S MAIN STREET |
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| A LOT OF PEOPLE TURNED OUT FOR THE 11 A.M. PARADE |
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| HEADING FOR A GOOD PLACE IN LINE |
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| NOT EVERYONE IS EXCITED BY THE PARADE |
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| PEOPLE LINED THE MAIN STREET |
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| THERE GOES THE BAGPIPE BAND |
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| FOLLOWED BY A BRASS SECTION |
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| I WONDER IF THAT'S HID DAD DRIVING THE BIG RED FIRETRUCK |
Heading home from Goderich Saturday afternoon, I came across a bonus corn spill on Orchard Line. It didn't take me long to pull over, haul out my pail and shovel, and start scooping corn. The spill was recent, and the corn was dry and in good shape. And, being on pavement, it was not mixed in with mud or gravel. With half a big bucket of corn on board we continued on, but only half a mile down the road I noticed something odd ahead. Oh-Oh, a trailer load of corn had tipped over into the ditch. Luckily, the farm tractor was still upright. No sign of anyone around. We both felt so sorry for the farmer who had just gotten a little too far over when pulling out of the field. Sunday morning, I will drive by after the spill has been cleaned up, and see if I can maybe find me a bucket or two left over.
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| OH-OH |
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| I THINK THE DRIVER OF THIS TRACTOR WAS VERY FORTUNATE THAT IT DIDN'T TIP OVER |
Al's Music Box:: It's Not For Me To Say by Johnny Mathis.
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| NOT EVERYONE WAS TOO ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT TODAY'S PARADE |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( Brother John entered the 'Monaster of Silence' and the Chief Priest said, "Brother, this is a silent monastery, you are welcome here as long as you like, but you may not speak until I direct you to do so." Brother John lived in the monastery for a full year before the Chief Priest said to him: "Brother John, you have been here a year now, you may speak two words." Brother John said, "Hard Bed." "I'm sorry to hear that," the Chief Priest said. "We will get you a better bed." The next year, Brother John was called by the Chief Priest. "You may say another two words, Brother John." "Cold Food," said Brother John, and the Chief Priest assured him that the food would be better in the future. On his third anniversary at the monastery, the Chief Priest again called Brother John into his office. "Two words you may say today." "I Quit." said Brother John. "It is probably best," said the Chief Priest. "All you have done since you got here is complain."------------------------
In the men's room at work, the Boss had placed a sign directly above the sink. It had a single word on it -- "Think!" The next day, when he went to the men's room, he looked at the sign and right below, immediately above the soap dispenser, someone had carefully lettered another sign which read -- "Thoap!"
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While shopping in a food store, two nuns happened to pass by the beer, wine, and liquor section. One asked the other if she would like a beer. The second nun answered that, indeed, it would be very nice to have one, but that she would feel uncomfortable purchasing it. The first nun replied that she would handle it without a problem. She picked up a six-pack and took it to the cashier. The cashier was surprised, so the nun said, This is for washing our hair.
Without blinking an eye, the cashier reached under the counter and put a package of pretzel sticks in the bag with the beer. The curlers are on me.
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A lady is walking down the street to work and sees a Parrot in a pet store. She stops to admire the bird. The parrot says to her, "Hey lady, you are really ugly." Well, the lady is furious! She storms past the store to her work. On the way home, she saw the same parrot in the window and the parrot, upon seeing her says, "Hey lady, you are really ugly." She was incredibly ticked now. The next day, on the way to work, she saw the same parrot and once again it said, "Hey lady, you are really ugly." The lady was so furious that she stormed into the store and threatened to sue the store and have the bird killed. The store manager apologized profusely and promised the bird wouldn't say it again. When the lady walked past the store after work, the parrot said to her, "Hey lady." She paused and said," Yes?"
The bird said, "You know."
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