Saturday, October 19, 2019

I Am Reminded...

picture of Manistee River Valley courtesy of Larry Brown
...of why I love this time of year so much...Autumn truly is a gorgeous season.
Gotta love bright sunshine, cool temperatures and glorious colors.
Less than 2 weeks now until All Hallows E'en...
 ...so we've started decorating and began with Big Frank.

Of course, he's been joined by some friends...
...and they look pretty good, all lit up at night.

I know there are a lot of Christians who get their underwear in a knot over this day - I was one of them years ago - and no question Halloween has a dark, occultic side to it.

But for most normal people, it's just a day to dress up, have some fun and get some free candy.

Karen and I look at it like this:

What other day in the year is there when people come to our front door and happily accept whatever we give them?
So we eschew all the cut and slash and demonic crap, focusing instead on some good old fashioned spooky fun...
...while giving every child some candy, a party favor, and a gospel tract.

We know they'll like the candy, we hope they'll enjoy the party favor, and we pray they'll be introduced to the love of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

If that upsets some people...
In the O So Sad department, "my" course has closed for the season...
...but I was still able to get in what might have been my last round of the year at another course.
It was soaked as all of them are around here, but it was still a beautiful day...and for the most part I did alright.
Really only had 2 terrible shots...one was a slice that landed in the woods, resulting in a lost ball...VERY disappointing...and expensive.

The other was one I hit fat from the 8th tee and so dropped it into the drink.

After the requisite commentary (#$%"&*@!) I was just about ready strip down to my skivvies, dive in and retrieve my gutta percha - which as you may recall, has the utilitarian quality of floating in water - when I spotted 2 golfers finishing on the green behind me.

I explained the situation to them - which they had to see with their own eyes to believe - and they very graciously pulled out one of those extendable ball retrievers.
I thanked them profusely for saving me from committing ritual suicide right there near the 8th tee.

(Note to self: get one of those handy devices, or else avoid water hazards in the future.)

All my other shots were either good or at least within the bounds of the acceptable ("ok, I know what I just did and how to correct it...")
I even putted pretty well, a part of my game that is often hit or miss.

And yes, that's Calamity Jane again...finally had to run up the white flag of surrender on my woods (driver and putter).

Time to face reality...I'm...
...well, not that guy...just a man who uses irons...
...not woods, when golfing.

I don't know why, but irons make sense in my world of limited time and talent while woods remain a profound and unsolvable mystery.

In the final analysis my round was as always a little solitude, a little exercise and an enjoyable stroll through the country.
Slow day at the farmer's market...
...not as many people or vendors...
...but still lots of fall produce.
It was the final appearance this year of our favorite hot dog stand...
...so we "relished" our last delicious dogs of the season.

The farmer's market does continue even as the cold weather arrives.  By the end of November they switch to the Kerstmarkt (a Dutch Christmas market)...so something to look forward to even when autumn gives way to winter.
And here we go 'round the horn...
the tree creature continues to be a pit stop along Squirrel Highway from the ground to the tree tops




almost squished this guy getting into my truck


finally, a theory that makes sense to me


I can't explain this


The John G. Munson, anchored near Rogers City, Mi


delightful fire at the Irish pub


amen


an unexpected visitor...


...and a few of his pals (look in the woods)


Human Nature 101


coming soon to a holiday near  you
Daredevil that you are...
...you've once again put it up on two wheels as you raced to the end of another excitin' edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.

You speed demon, you...that's a nice piece of driving right there.
Well...almost.

later, mcm fans...

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