A VERY UNUSUAL PHOTO OF MY SON SEAN AND I

With snow falling from the sky it made for a much prettier landscape this morning.  Nice change from dull and grey.  Pheebs and I wandered around come country roads northeast of Bayfield and the further north we ventured the more snow we encountered.  Prevailing northwest winds were bringing streamers in off the lake.  Roads were a little slippery in places but not too bad.  The small snow squalls were sporadic and it remained clear for most of the day.

 STARTING OUT THIS MORNING ROADS WERE SLIGHTLY SNOW COVERED

 THIS HAY WAGON PATIENTLY AWAITS BUSY SUMMER DAYS AHEAD

 ABOVE AND BELOW ARE TOUCHES OF COUNTRY COLOR ON A SNOWY SUNDAY MORNING

 A TYPICAL SOUTHWESTERN ONTARIO FARM IN OUR AREA

 SO NICE TO SEE A TOUCH OF GREEN

 IT'S REALLY TOO BAD WHEN PEOPLE DUMP THEIR TRASH IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

My PSA numbers are in and I'm happy to say they have dropped again.  From 15.6 before my prostate cancer radiation, they have dropped to .17 from .26 three months ago.  I can't say enough about the new SABR (Stereotactic Ablative Body Radiotherapy) treatment I received nearly a year and a half ago.  And two thumbs up for the London Health Sciences Center Cancer Clinic as well as my Oncologist, Dr. Mendez and his fine radiology team.

 ROADS WERE A WEE BIT SLIPPERY IN A FEW PLACES

 SNOWING HEAVIER NOW

 DO I HEAR CHRISTMAS CAROLS IN THE BACKGROUND .....SLEIGH RIDE

It was time to change my face mask today, it was getting a little too discolored.  Guess I just tried straining one too many bowls of soup through it.  And my Son Sean sent me a composite black and white photo of him and I together.  Thought it was kinda neat.  He had been going through some old photos recently.

 BOTH MY SON SEAN AND I ARE IN THIS SAME PHOTO....LOOK CLOSELY

 I WAS QUICK TO REMIND SEAN HE MAY HAVE MY LOOKS, BUT LUCKILY HE HAS HIS MOTHER'S SMARTS:))

A LOT MORE SNOW ON THE ROAD NOW AS WE APPROACH THIS RAILROAD TRESTLE

It was the dullest of afternoons with a few flakes of snow now and again making their way lazily to the ground.  Pheebs and I didn't even make it out for an afternoon walk.  My fault, not hers.  We are now into the dog days of Winter:

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to come out of the bottle. During her struggle, the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer the phone.  "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother.  Then she added, "Mommy can't come to the phone right now. She's hitting the bottle."

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A wealthy investor walked into a bank and said to the bank manager, "I would like to speak with Mr. Reginald Jones, who I understand is a tried and trusted employee of yours."  The banker said, "Yes he certainly was trusted. And he will be tried as soon as we catch him."

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'BLOGGERS ANONYMOUS'

A slightly brighter grey day meant a thinner overhead cloud cover.  Brighter is good.  Temps hovered around the freezing mark but at least we didn't get the expected overnight snow.  It's another one of those days I can't seem to drum up anything of interest to write about.  Took a few pics on our morning Jeep ride and that's about it.  Oh, except for this which is something I wrote on this day back on January 16th of 2011.  It is based on the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. (which I happen to know about first hand)  I call my version....'Bloggers Anonymous'

Step One:  "We admitted we were powerless over Blogging - that our free time has become unmanageable."

Step Two:  "Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to a simpler time before computers."

Step Three:  "Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of our Spouses as we understand them."

Step Four:  "Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of our Blogger thoughts & Blog archives."

Step Five:   "Admitted to our Spouses, to ourselves, & to another Blogger person the exact nature of our blogging woes."

Step Six:  "Were entirely ready to have our Spouse remove all nasty posts from our Blogs."

Step Seven:  "Humbly asked Her/Him to remove our shortcomings, our spell checkers, & our publish buttons"

Step Eight:  "Made a list of all fellow Bloggers we had commented to, and became willing to make amends to them all."

Step Nine:  "Made direct amends to such Bloggers wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them, their Blogs, or their Blog followers ."

Step Ten:  "Continued to take personal written inventory and when we were wrong promptly didn't blog about it."

Step Eleven:  "Sought through humbleness and fear to improve our conscious contact with our Spouse as we understood Her/Him, begging only for knowledge of Her/His will for us and maybe our keyboards back to carry that out."

Step Twelve:  "Having had a Blogger's awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to all fellow Bloggers, and to practice these principles in all our restructured Blogging affairs."    10-4!!

Hi, my names AL & I am a Blogger:)) 

 THIS ICY ROAD IS NOT MAINTAINED IN THE WINTER

 YES, IT WAS A GREY DAY ALRIGHT

 A BIT OF COLOR IN THE CORNER OF THIS BARNYARD

GROANER'S CORNER:(( How to be Politically Correct when talking about Men:: 

He does not have a beer gut...
He has developed a Liquid Grain Storage 

He is not quiet...
He is a Conversational Minimalist.

He is not stupid...
He suffers from Minimal Cranial Development.

He does not get lost all the time...
He discovers Alternative Destinations
or gets temporarily misoriented.

He is not balding...
He is in Follicle Regression.

He is not a cradle robber...
He prefers Generationally Differential Relationships.

He does not get falling-down drunk...
He becomes Accidentally Horizontal.

He is not short...
He is Anatomically Compact.

He does not constantly talk about cars...
He has a Vehicular Addiction.

He does not have a hot body...
He is Physically Combustible.

He is not unsophisticated...
He is Socially Challenged.

He is not a bad dancer...
He is Overly Caucasian.

He does not hog the blankets...
He is Thermally Unappreciative.
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"Did you tell her that what you said was in strict confidence?"  "No, I didn't want her to think it was important enough to repeat."

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SUMMING UP ANOTHER DAY AND REMEMBERING FELLOW RV/BLOGGER GEORGE YATES

  I WILL BE GLAD TO SEE THESE FIELDS GREEN WITH FARMER'S CROPS AGAIN

A slight change to routine this morning.  Pheebs and I did get out for a short run and a few photos but we were home again well inside of an hour.  Dropped Pheebs off, turned around, and headed for Goderich.  Dropped an eye prescription off at the Walmart Pharmacy and proceeded on to the Dynacare blood clinic where Kelly had made an appointment for me.  Left a vial of blood for my next PSA numbers check-up.  Needing to put in a little time while the Pharmacy readied my prescription I slipped down around Goderich's harbor and snapped a couple more pics.  Back to Walmart's Pharmacy, picked up my eye prescription, and headed for home.  And that my friends sums up another day.  Oh, and here's a little something to help you identify all those bird sounds you hear from time to time.......Bird Songs

 A RATHER DULL CREEK REFLECTION ABOVE AND A COLD BLAND LOOKING FOREST BELOW

 AN ICY FINGER POINTS THE WAY TO GODERICH'S ROTARY COVE

And it was one year ago today well known fellow RVBlogger and friend to many, George Yates passed away.  I think anyone who ever met George will always remember his positive attitude, welcoming warmth, and big winning smile.

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GROANER'S CORNER:(( One day, an immigrant from Poland entered a New York City Police Precinct to report that his American wife was planning to kill him.  The police officer on duty was intrigued by this, and he asked, "How sure are you that she is gonna kill you? Did she threaten to kill you?"

"No," replied the nervous immigrant.
"Did you hear her tell someone else that she's gonna kill you?"
"No."
"Did someone tell you that your wife is gonna kill you?"
"No."
"Then why did you think she's gonna kill you?" asked the exasperated police officer.
"Because I found bottle on dresser and I think she gonna poison me!"  He handed the police officer the suspect bottle. The police officer took one look at the label on the bottle and started to laugh out loud.
The immigrant became indignant and said, "What so funny? Can't you see the label on bottle said 'Polish Remover'?"

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Why do Morris dancers wear bells?
So they can annoy blind people as well.

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