A Hunting Bill will go....A Hunting Bill will go

Yes, its that time of year...time to sneak up and scare bullwinkle. Thus causing him to fall down and die of a heart attack. That is how my mind perceives hunting, and I'm sticking with this theory.
Yes, I used to be the type of tree-hugger that never understood what hunting was all about. Just think about the storie's of a friend 'bagging a deer' on the way home. It's merely because this species of animals has over-populated themselves to the point where they have become a nuisance to themselves.
Anyways, before Billy could go away, we had to get to the marina and get the boat out for the season. It was actually a fairy warm day and the sun managed to stay out for the amount of time that I was knee deep in the water. Thak You weather gods! As I waited for Bill to bring the boat around to the ramp, I took some pictures of the guys stepping the mast on an old sailboat. I found it amusing that one of the marina dogs had to put themselves right in the middle of the action:

The people on our dock are diehards and still have their boats in the water:

After we got the boat home, Billy had to go get his new four-wheeler to get ready for the hunting camp. This would be the first time that I had laid eyes on this new toy, and figured I had better take a few pictures of it.

Hey, my cosmos are still blooming...Does this mean that fall still hasn't arrived?

After Bill left, I swept through the house and magically cleaned all dust, cat and dog hair and dirt. Then I went for a drive. I stopped out to check out the progress of my friends Laurie and Jack's new house. They are almost ready to move in:

When I got there I was told that miss dubleberger had gone to the office....so off to Rigney ave I went. I took a side street off of mud lake road and kind of got lost. Naturally my camera had to do some documenting:




After I got home, I went over and had a beer with the neighbour ladies. Cheers !!!

Here's to a quiet week alone!!!

I can handle this....

Yes, I am a big girl and can deal with the fact that I am aging. So when I found out that I had a grandchild, well, I took it like a trooper. She is the sweetest thing I have seen in a long time and I can fully admit that I am biased. My two cats do not agree with my mushy sentiments, but they have had it too easy for too easy for too long.
Without further adieu, here is Bryce and Dorrie:

I have been pleasantly surprised that she is so well behaved. She sits out on the step all by herself and doesn't bark like the rest of the dogs in the neighbourhood!


And here is Jethro, trying to sneak up on Dorrie and Bryce:

This is how she slept while we had our dinner:


This is what Thanksgiving is all about; being thankful for our blessings. We are just tickled that Bryce and Dorrie will be staying with us till Monday.

Now its October.....

But so far the weather has been great! On Saturday we went do to Confed Basin for the 15th annual chilifest. It was just like summer out but I opted for wearing jeans and sweat all afternoon. We were meeting up with our friends right out side city hall. Mike had an antique car on display, so we all took turns watching it! Isn't it a beauty?


The real reason I went was to see the Chris Koster band. I love this band and will find any excuse to see them play. It was a beautiful sunny day and I was excited to get some pictures of this great band in the daylight for a change.


Before the bands started, I made a trip over to the market with the girls. Everything just looked so bright and colourful; I just couldnt resist taking a few shots:


When we got up the next day, the sun was still shining brightly so we figured it was a great day for a boat ride. It was the second of October and it felt like labour day weekend. As usual, Bill had to find something interesting floating in the water. There was no note attached this time, which was a bit of a let down!

We decided to travel East, towards the 1000 islands as there was very little wind. I have so many pictures of the waterfront, I started taking slanted pictures.

Being brave, we traveled past RMC, into the mouth of the islands and past the Howe Island Ferry. As we were following an antique wooden cabin cruiser, all of a sudden the motor died. GASP! What to do? We thought that the gas at the marina has a bit of water in it as the last 2 times we filled up there, the motor was a bit harder to start. We dumped gas line anti-freeze in it before we left the dock. So that couldn't be it. How ironic it was that our boat stalled in front of a marina. We managed to get the boat started enough to coast into the dock. I felt really ridiculous walking up to a small gathering on the dock to ask them where we were. The Trident Yacht Club, I was told. We called our friend Harly, as we didn't have Rogers cell phone number in the cell phone. Roger just happened to be at Harlys and very kindly offered to come help us. After a few hours of waiting, Roger appeared on the horizon. Now don't get me wrong, it was a beautiful spot and the sun was burning into my skin. We had food and drinks and an offer to use the 'head' in the club house. It wasn't a bad way to while the time away. And the scenery was gorgeous!


Once Roger appeared, it was evident that the problem couldn't be fixed immediately so we tied a few ropes together and started to tow our beastie home. Man, it seemed to take a lot longer going back, especially when we noticed the gas gauge going dropping at a fast pace. We started off towing Billy then we decided that it would be best to pull the boat on its own. Besides, Billy was having far too much fun with the whole situation:

Anyways, around 7 that night, we made it back to the marina as the sun set in the western sky. It turns out that we have to replace the fuel pump, which cost under $300, so that's not as bad as it could be. Not a great way to end our boating season, but it gives Billy something to do during the off season:)