Monday, June 17, 2013

Damned near perfect Father’s Day.

It started out with the weather being somewhat less than ideal,  but that didn’t take long to clear up.  And really, I don’t mind the rain at all,  except it makes it a bit tricky to get from the back door to the garage without getting my feet wet.  Other than that?  Meh,  let it rain.  Of course, I think we’ve had plenty at this point. 

At this precise moment I’m having thoughts of perhaps going back to bed for a brief nap,  since Travelling Companion and I had a bit of an early start this morning,  but I’ll get to that in a minute.

So what would be my idea of a perfect Father’s Day?  Or most any day for that matter? 

Well, I got to do whatever the hell I wanted,  and at the end of the day, I got fed. 

That’s it.  What more could a feller ask for?

OK, maybe a little “Father’s Day Swag” to top it off.


See?  Beer + loot = Happy Bob.


And really,  I don’t *need* anything, so I’m never really looking for anything much.  Like I said,  leave me alone and then put food in front of me,  and I’m damned near ecstatic.  And the food was to die for,  by the way.  Daughter Number Two works for a delicatessen.  I’ll stop right there.  Let’s just say that we’ve been introduced to some new ways of making salads and burgers?  I mean, I can make a decent burger,  but the chicken burgers we had were fabulous.  I only wish I could have shoved more food in my pie hole.   Should have taken pictures but,  I did just say something about “shoving”, and “pie hole”?


Since we both had to be up early,  T.C. and I didn’t stay out too late,  and I think we were both out cold before the news came on.  Of course in typical fashion, if I know I have to be up early,  I tend to wake up just about every hour,  so that doesn’t help later on when I’m trying to stay awake.  It never fails that I find just that right spot and start to drift off minutes before the alarm is due to start blaring away.  I always wake up just before the alarm goes off.  Never fails. 

Some sort of “old man trick”.  


So you may be able to figure out from this photo just where we had to be this morning?   It was that 7:00 a.m. flight to Calgary for T.C. again.  She’s there all week.  More hand holding.  I *think* they’re getting the new system figured out,  but it ain’t no cake walk.   That’s all I’ll say about that.  And I don’t really understand it all anyway,  but it’s complicated, and that seems to be the problem.


I’ve once again tweaked the commenting thinga ma jig.   I didn’t realise that I had to go in and check for “comments awaiting moderation”,  so I do apologize to those who made comments (thank-you) only to have them not show up.  I’ll figure it out eventually.  I just got tired of wading through all the cr*p,  just to see if there might be an actual legitimate comment in there somewhere.   Not sure why I care.  I don’t think there’s ever been one legitimate comment that inadvertently ended up “awaiting moderation” before I made the change the other day,  so I probably could just punt them all out and not fuss over it.

I suppose it could be worse.  I mean,  there are/were a couple blogs out there that I used to read because they were quite interesting, and the bloggers have had to pack it in,  or make their offerings “by invitation only”,  because of the amount and severity of the spam.  Who needs that grief?   There’s something to be said for not having quite so large an audience.  Hello.

Muggins here will just keep a low profile,  thanks.


OK, maybe some breakfast will help sort me out.  Off I go.


Keep it between the ditches.


Thanks for stopping by.




  1. Perfect Father's Day, beer + loot+ food you have it made!

  2. Well, Jim's perfect day would be fishing + food. Didn't happen yet but next week. Sorry about the having to get up early. We're in bed early even if we don't have to get up the next day.

  3. Glad you had a good day doing what you want. Thats what it is all about.

  4. Legitimate comment....... What's that.....???

  5. A perfect Father's Day, indeed!


Well, I've been getting too many spam comments showing up. Just a drag, so we'll go another route and hope that helps. So, we won't be hearing anything more from Mr. Nony Moose.
I guess I'll just have to do without that Gucci purse.