Hot and humid yesterday, after the morning rain.




Sun going down.



Foggy this morning.




Jason, since I didn't see the bugger that bit me, I must assume that it was one of those mutant, ninja, no-see-ums of the very large variety.

Razor, I don't think that there is a bug out there that doesn't like my O-neg blood.

Today's essay, titled "Why I hate Bugs'.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

It works Kathleen.
It works Kathleen

If you are looking for pictures of what's her name's birthday party, you'll have to click on over to Grasshopper's blog.

Bugs that are out right now. Mosquitoes, black flies, horse flies, deer flies, sand flies, and nippers. On a "brighter" note, the fire flies are out too.

Hey! You broke the 40,000 mark on the old hit counter! Some people need to get a life.

Scenery pics.

Remember, screens are our friends. It would be miserable with out a screened in deck at this time of year. Mrs. Slate really, really deserves one. The black flies seem to be thinning out a bit, but they can still come out in droves. They can crawl inside bug jackets and through your socks. Kita really suffers from them and it's hard to keep him inside. The mosquitoes are really bad, the worst in years. Probably due to all the rain. The weather has been strange the last three weeks. The old saying about waiting ten minutes holds true. Thunder storms, down pours, drizzle, fog, interrupted by short blasts of sun. The temps have hung around 15c, that's in the low sixty's, for Y'all's.

Grasshopper has gone to town today, so no one is pushing to hurry me, but that's about all I have to say today, except some of you bloggers are getting lazy. That's for you Tim, Rich and Super Calliope.

The road is now dry, but with all this rain, keep an eye out.

Caution.

Due to a beaver dam break, the Notman/Gibson road has water running across the road, just past the culvert, on the way in. Yesterday the water was about six inches deep by about fifty yards. The road hasn't washed out, but caution is advised when approaching this area.

Out with the old...




In with the older.

We replaced the old, ugly stacking chairs at the kitchen table and replaced them with older chairs. I even found a Joseph's paint brush of many colours. I think they look pretty good against a background of white cabinets, white walls, and white ceiling. The school chairs are so old that the metal feet were worn right through.

The sun is actually shining right now, after three or four thunder storms dumped another half inch of rain this morning. The lake had gone down about four inches, but gained back three with all the rain of late.

Sis, you only have rat dog type bugs down there, while we have the pit bull strain up here.

Jay, it must be tough playing golf in hip waders and using a paddle as a club. But, I bet you still have your patent leather saddle shoes tied around your neck.

Storm cells pass by while we drown worms.

The black flies are the worst that they have ever been, and the mosquitoes are just coming into full bloom. For that reason, we haven't fished much lately. Kat and Cat are the only ones catching fish. You should see poor Jack, the bunny. His ears are all chewed up and he rolls around in the dirt looking for relief. I'll try to get a pic of him as soon as the bugs thin out and provides some visibility. Usually the birds wake me up around 5 or so. This morning it was mosquitoes on the bedroom screen that woke me. I think it's been raining since your last long weekend, and it is starting to get old.

OH!, The Humidity! +28c and really sticky.+32 with the humidex.






Loons beside the dock. If you look real close, on the left, you might see #2 just surfacing. Missed by that much.



There are sooo many bugs that I decided to take a truck load into town on Wednesday. It amazes me that you can drive 15km through the bush, and drive the highway at 120, I mean 90km, and get to town with the truck box still full of bugs.

Kita had his yearly check up, and he might out live us all. The vet says that Kita has one of the lowest heart rates that he has ever heard.

That's it for today.

Happy Birthday Super Calliope!

You are 6 years old and cuter than ever.

Here, Super Calliope prepares to fly off and save the world.

Another sun set.



A collision of two flocks of geese.

It's been pretty quiet on the Little Tomiko. Black flies and mosquitoes have a way of doing that. Just waiting for the dragon flies to help out.

That was a cruel comment Jason. No wonder your mother doesn't have any grand babies of her own.

Tim, you must have sissy bugs up there. A cold snap here just seems to toughen them up.