Saturday, June 07, 2025

SHE THEN ASKED ME THE COLOR OF MY EYES AND WHAT I WAS WEARING

 POPPY FLOWERS
My computer dilemma started Friday morning when, at about 9 a.m., with my living room computer on my lap, it lost its internet connection.  Oh-Oh, not a good sign.  I trotted off down the hall to the sunroom and fired up the desktop computer, and it was still online and working fine.  It doesn't take much to put me in a funk when electronic problems present themselves, and for the rest of the day, I had a chip on my shoulder.  My iPhone wouldn't allow me to access my voicemail so Woodsy and I slipped up to the Bell Store in Goderich, and a fella there fixed the problem.  It didn't seem to help me out of my funk though because after all, my laptop was still offline.  Using the desktop computer to complete and post my Friday night post, I started to feel a bit better.  Then, the desktop computer went offline.  Oh Dear, I was now about fit to be tied.  No internet connection meant I was dead in the water with the DREADED THOUGHT that I would have to  dial a 1-800 number to our Eastlink internet provider based in Halifax.  I put that unsavory task off for as long as possible, and it was not until Saturday afternoon that I was able to gather enough calm patience together to make the 40-minute 'wait' call to Eastlink.  The lady there was very good at getting the modem up and running again, and I was soon back online.  Well, that's after I found the modem's power plug pulled out.  (my fault) And then, about a half an hour later, my living room laptop was back online again as well.  Will wonders ever cease.  Now, if I can get the bank schmozzle figured out at the bank Monday morning, I just might be back to my sort of normal self again.  Ya right!! Whaddya think are the chances, eh.  Oh ya, and while I was trying to reach Eastlink I got all muddled up and somehow my phone began dialing the 911 emergency number.  Panicking, I tried desperately to shut my phone off but I was too late.  A lady's voice on the other end was already asking about my emergency.  She said something about police cars being dispatched.  I was really in a fluster now but somehow managed to calm myself down to a dull rumble and quickly explained my mistake.  She asked me for my name, address, and date of birth, and with that, she accepted that I had accidentally dialled 911.  She then asked me the color of my eyes and what I was wearing.  Okay, okay, she really didn't ask those last two questions, but she did wish me a 'nice day.'  Oh, and no police cars showed up in my driveway.

Lorraine headed home to Stratford earlier this afternoon, so that means if I take myself out to the Woodland Drive-In tonight for ice cream, I can eat her cone too.  I think I kinda like that thought......I'm still having a few stomach pains but not as bad as a couple of nights and days ago.  Now, if my bank meeting Monday morning is successful and they can get make it possible for me to access my online banking site again, that will be the icing on the cake.  But, I must say, I am not overly optimistic that will happen because it's been nearly a month now..........

Al's Music Box:)) I Can't Help Myself is a 1965 song recorded by the Four Tops for the Motown label.  Written and produced by Motown's main production team, Holland-Dozier-Holland, "I Can't Help Myself" is one of the most well-known Motown recordings of the 1960s and among the decade's biggest hits. The single topped the Billboard's R&B chart for nine weeks (being named the biggest R&B single of the year by Billboard) and also peaked at No.1 on the Hot 100 for two non-consecutive weeks, from June 12 to June 19 and from June 26 to July 3 in 1965. It replaced "Back in My Arms Again" by label mates The Supremes. It was first unseated at No.1 by "Mr. Tambourine Man" by the Byrds, then regained the top spot before being replaced by the Rolling Stones' "(I Can't Get No Satisfaction)". Billboard ranked the record as the second biggest single of 1965. "I Can't Help Myself" was the Four Tops' first top 40 single in the UK, peaking at No.23 at the end of 1965, then reaching No.10 in its early 1970 re-release.  Billboard described the song as a "spirited, fast-paced wailer performed in [the Four Tops'] unique style."  Cash Box described it as "a rollicking hand-clappin' thumper about a fella who is delighted 'cause he's head-over-heels with the gal of his dreams." Rolling Stone magazine ranked the song at No.483 on their list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. It has been covered extensively since 1965, including versions done for several television commercials. In 2019, Applebee's used the song for one of their advertisements.

Groaner's Corner:(( There was a tradesman, a painter named Jack, who was very interested in making a dollar where he could. So he often would thin down his paint to make it go a wee bit further. As it happened, he got away with this for some time. Eventually, the local church decided to do a big restoration project. Jack put in a painting bid and, because his price was so competitive, he got the job. And so he started, erecting the trestles and putting up the planks, and buying the paint and thinning it down with turpentine.  Jack was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly done, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder. The sky opened and the rain poured down, washing the thin paint from all over the church and knocking Jack off the scaffold to land on the lawn.  Jack was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he fell on his knees and cried, "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"  And from the thunder, a mighty Voice spoke, "Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"

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A newly hired nurse listened while the doctor was yelling, "Typhoid! Tetanus! Measles!"  She asked another nurse, "Why is he going on like that?"  The experienced nurse replied, "Oh, he just likes to call the shots around here."

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There was once a fair-haired woman on a plane to Detroit. She was in the economy class, but after takeoff, she saw an empty seat in first class and moved there. An attendant saw her and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but you have a ticket for economy class, not first. You cannot stay here." The blonde replied, "I can and I will." The attendant told the copilot, who came and talked to the woman. "Ma'am, we really can't have you staying in this seat, your ticket was for economy." "You can't make me move." The copilot told the captain, who tried to talk her out of the seat but it didn't work. Finally, a man who had heard what had been going on told the attendant to let him have a go at getting the woman out of the seat because he was married to a fair-haired woman too, so he knew how to deal with her. After a quick chat with her, she moved. The shocked attendant asked him how he did it. The man replied, "I told her first class wasn't going to Detroit."

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 MORNING WALK IN THE KOFA MOUNTAIN RANGE SOUTH OF QUARTZSITE, ARISOMA

 SOMEBODY WENT TO A LOT OF WORK TO CREATE THIS HUGE CIRCLE OF STONES

 PHEEBS ON MY LAP
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Friday, June 06, 2025

WELL, I DIDN'T SIT DOWN WITH THE INTENTION OF WRITING WHAT I JUST DID

THURSDAY NIGHT'S SUN QUIETLY SLIPS INTO THE HORIZON'S CLOUD BANK
After publishing Thursday night's post, Woodsy and I headed into Bayfield, grabbed a couple ice cream cones at the Woodland Drive-in, took a walk down a steep set of wooden stairs at the end of Howard Street, and snagged a sunset with a short walk on the beach.

 A SMOKY HAZE IS EVIDENT IN THE NORTHWESTERN SKY FROM WILDFIRES BURNING IN MANITOBA
 WOODSY SNAPS A FEW PICS OF THE SMOKEY SUNSET
 TOP END OF THE WOODEN STAIRS LEADING DOWN TO THE BEACH

Physically, it was an okay day, but mentally, not so much.  Luckily, the stomach pains of a few days ago have quieted down somewhat, and there has been no more talk of going to Emergency.  Mentally, I am still anguishing over not being able to gain access to my online banking.  I did make an appointment with someone at the bank for Monday morning but if they can't put forth the extra effort to help me once and for all, I will be left with only one option.  I will have to close my accounts and move on to another bank.  My smartphone is still an ongoing irritation for me, and for the longest time, I could not access my voicemail mail which has replaced my landline's answering machine.  Finally, this afternoon, Woodsy and I drove to the Bell Mobility office in Goderich again, and this time, a fella there was finally able to solve the problem. (well, until the next problem crops up, that is.....it's never-ending  with these things)  This morning, my laptop computer went offline, and I haven't been able to get it back on.  I'm using our desktop computer to type this.  Then, my Outlook email program threw me a curve and wouldn't open unless I obtained an access code or something.  I agonized over this for a long time, but then, by a fluke, I stumbled upon a solution.  I am so fed up with all these constantly changing electronic devices that I could just throw up on my shoes.  With my short-term memory deteriorating, I am finding things I once reasonably understood almost impossible to figure out anymore, and I become so aggravated with myself because I can't seem to catch on to things like I once did.  And, to many mistakes on my part.  Everytime someone looks at me and says, oh there's nothing to it, it's easy peazy, I just want to up and smack em!!!!!!!!!!!  

  A SHORT WALK ON THE BEACH

Well, I didn't sit down with the intention of writing what I just did, but it all just bubbled out of me.  I know I am not the only one with these kinds of frustrating problems and I know there are others out here.  So, to all you older folks who understand, I will not say to you...."oh there's nothing to it, it's easy peazy!!!!....#!!~*%!!#**  

 THE SUNSET AS SEEN THROUGH THE TREES AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

 BAYFIELD'S BEACH AREA
 AT BAYFIELD'S PIONEER PARK I SPOTTED THESE TWO PALS ENJOYING THE SUNSET AS WELL
 FROM BAYFIELD WE SLIPPED OUT INTO THE COUNTRYSIDE FOR ONE PARTING SHOT OF THE SETTING SUN 
Al's Music Box:))  The Mountains High is a 1961 hit R&B song written and performed by the California duo Dick and Dee DeeThe song has unusual special characteristics, being - at least in part - pentatonic. The instrumentation consists of two alternating minor bass-chords, played at the very bottom of the pitch-range of an electric guitar. The guitar is minor-open-tuned. For most of the song, the two bass-chords are played in descending order, but for the alternative sections, two different bass-chords are played in ascending order. Each of the two singers (who co-wrote the song) recorded two vocal tracks. It featured Dick St. John Gosting's overdubbed falsetto and Dee Dee Phelp's harmony. Produced by the Wilder Brothers and Don Ralke, it was released as the B-side of "I Want Someone". It was flipped inadvertently by a San Francisco DJ and became an immediate hit with local listeners. Liberty Records of Los Angeles soon signed on the artists for national distribution.  "The Mountain's High" reached the #2 spot in September 1961 on the Billboard Hot 100 and spent two weeks there, held out of #1 by Bobby Vee's "Take Good Care of my Baby", also released by Liberty Records. 

 THIS WAS THURSDAY NIGHT'S MOON IN THE TWILIGHT SKY
 A CLOSER LOOK AT THE MOON'S BOTTOM
Groaner's Corner:(( You might be a redneck if ::

- More than one living relative is named after a Southern Civil War general.

- You think the stock market has a fence around it.

- You've ever lost a loved one to kudzu.

- Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.

- Your coffee table used to be a telephone cable spool.

- You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.

- You've ever used a toilet seat as a picture frame.

- Your home has more miles on it than your car.

- Your bass boat's propeller used to be your ceiling fan.
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The government's bill to ban alcohol was met by a chorus of booze.

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Mother decided that 10-year-old Cathy should get something 'practical' for her birthday. "Suppose we open a savings account for you?" Mother suggested. Cathy was delighted.  "It's your account, Darling," mother said as they arrived at the bank, "so you fill out the application."  Cathy was doing fine until she came to the space for 'Name of your former bank.' After a slight hesitation, she put down, 'Piggy.'

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