| HAVING NOT TAKEN ANY PHOTOS AGAIN TODAY, I HAD TO ZIP OUT INTO THE FRONT YARD LATE THIS AFTERNOON TO SEE WHAT i COULD FIND |
Deciding to strike off in a different direction Tuesday evening, I turned left out of the Park and headed on into Bayfield, hoping to snag a few sunset shots before rolling out into the twilight countryside southeast of Bayfield. But it wasn't to be. I did get one sunset shot a few seconds after leaving the Park, but by the time I reached Bayfield, smoky skies and clouds had totally obscured the sun, and that was that. Stopped at the Bayfield Garage for gas and then proceeded to the south end of Bayfield to grab myself a Tim Hortons coffee to go. I forgot they closed at eight. Discouraged, I turned around and headed for home.
| THE ONLY SUNSET SHOT I GOT WAS THIS ONE FROM NEAR OUR PARK'S ENTRANCE |
| FROM THE BAYFIELD GARAGE I SPOTTED THIS NEAT OLDER TRUCK |
I'm guessing it's the smoke from the western wildfires that has been over us these past few days, causing a noticeable haze, especially in the morning and evening skies. And so it was on my morning walk. It gave the day a sultry feel. I felt sad to see all the colorful flowers along the west side of my walking road, mowed down. The township mows many of the country road ditches each year, and I fully expect the east side of the road will probably be mowed today. I am already missing my many little flower friends along the way......Home again, I took the E-Bikes and bike carrier off the car. I'm getting better at it each time I load or unload the bikes. But the bikes aren't getting any lighter. I just have to be grateful that I am still able to lift the bikes up and down off the carrier. However, the days of running faster than a speeding bullet and leaping over tall buildings in a single bound are now a thing of the past for me, as well as many others.....A quiet day today, and I enjoyed my time spent on my front porch again. I finished re-reading the second book, 'Anne of Avonlea' in the 'Anne of Green Gables' series last week, and I am currently re-reading the third book now, 'Anne of The Island'. I find author Lucy Maude Montgomery's writing style so relaxing and I like how she paints pictures in my mind with her writing. These books are a true welcome oasis in this ever-maddening and steadily disgusting decay of what might have been at one time, a relatively decent society.
After heading back home Tuesday night, I snapped on my YouTube channel, watched a couple of NDE episodes, and eventually floated off to La La Land. I like La La Land because it is where my dreams whisk me away on many traveling adventures and where I again reunite with old friends. Many times, I or we are traveling in large RV vehicles and getting ourselves into all kinds of dilemmas, with the one prominent dilemma being lost in big cities with not a lot of room to maneuver the big vehicle around. In reality, Kelly and I have been there and done that more than once over our RV travelling years. Oh, how I miss those adventurous days now, with only my shakey memory and my thankfully documented blog to hold all those many memorable times together. But in my nightly dreams, I am still on the road with Kelly, Max, Checkers, little Cora, and Pheebs. And many times it is my good buddy Richard I see as we cruise around with our coffee and muffins in hand, getting into one kind of a scrape or another. I wonder why it is with dreams that so many things always seem to go sideways. However, it is always something at the end of each day I look forward to, crazy happenings or not, and as sleep slowly overtakes me, I am soon on the road again with all my old, long-ago, and recently departed adventuress friends and aquaintences.....................
Al's Music Box:: The Twelfth Of Never by Johnny Mathis.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A girl was given a tea set for her second birthday. It became one of her favorite toys, and when her mother went away for a few weeks to care for her sick aunt, the toddler loved to take her father a little cup of tea, which was just water, while he was engrossed watching the news on TV. He sipped each "cup of tea" he was brought and lavished generous praise on the taste, leaving the little girl immensely proud. Eventually the mother returned home, and the father couldn't wait to show her how his little princess had been looking after him. On cue, the girl took him his "cup of tea" and he sipped it before praising it to the heavens. The mother watched him drink it and said: "Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"
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A Christian farmer spent the day in the city.
In a restaurant for his noon meal, he sat near a group of young men. After he bowed his head to give thanks for his food, one of the young men thought he would embarrass the old gentleman. "Hey, farmer, does everyone do that out where you live?"
The old man calmly replied, "No, son, the pigs don't!"
In a restaurant for his noon meal, he sat near a group of young men. After he bowed his head to give thanks for his food, one of the young men thought he would embarrass the old gentleman. "Hey, farmer, does everyone do that out where you live?"
The old man calmly replied, "No, son, the pigs don't!"
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The pretty lady at the Department of Organ Donations recommended to me that I sign up to be an organ donor....That's when I realized she was a girl after my own heart!
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A guy is sitting on the couch. From the kitchen he hears, "Babe.... can you help me?" He goes to the kitchen. "What are you doing?" She says, "I'm trying to do this jigsaw puzzle." "What's it supposed to be?" he asks. She picks up the box. "A Rooster."
"Honey," he says. "Just put the cornflakes back in the box....."
"Honey," he says. "Just put the cornflakes back in the box....."
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According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed. The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated, "Wash. Biol. Surv." until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper: "Dear Sirs: While camping last week I shot one of your birds and I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible."
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