Good morning everyone,
When I got up this morning and looked into the back lake...I realized why I have flood insurance...its to keep me from filling sandbags to keep the water out of my house. I think it might not get into the basement (or take out the heating unit) but, it will be close.
There is no sleeping in around my house....the cats were determined to get me up this a.m. Josie worked feverishly knocking everything of the nightstand and Ale attacked my feet. I was forced to pet them...only that wasn't enough. Apparently they wanted cat food. I think I will wake them several times today when they try to sleep.
Kenny and I talked about hitting Lake Eerie...soon it will be walleye time and I can hardly wait. It might be just a little cold still...might be a couple more weeks.
Here's a chuckle to get your day going....
There was once a small boy who banged a drum all day and loved every moment of it. He would not be quiet, no matter what anyone else said or did. Various attempts were made to do something about the child.
One person told the boy that he would, if he continued to make so much noise, perforate his eardrums. This reasoning was too advanced for the child, who was neither a scientist nor a scholar.
A second person told him that drum beating was a sacred activity and should be carried out only on special occasions. The third person offered the neighbors plugs for their ears; a fourth gave the boy a book; a fifth gave the neighbors books that described a method of controlling anger through biofeedback; a sixth person gave the boy meditation exercises to make him placid and docile. None of these attempts worked.
Eventually, a wise person came along with an effective motivation. He looked at the situation, handed the child a hammer and chisel, and asked, "I wonder what is INSIDE the drum?"
No more problem.
Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills