So myself reread myself's last blog and realized that myself had misspelled the word "loogie" , everybody knows that it is "loogie and not loogis" myself appologizes for that but the keyboard designer put the E and S too close together.

Now on to "myself". Myself finds it irritating that " I , me , mine " have become obsolete in present day speech but myself, wanting to get with the program have decided that myself must conform, and use myself incorrectly like everybody else. Myself must admit that it will be difficult to get used to it.

Instead of saying " my friend and I went to this place" myself will say " myself's friend and myself went to this place". Myself finds that difficult but myself will continue to work at it. Oh by the way, myself's friend and myself didn't actually go to this place, that was just an example that myself wanted to use.

The irritating part of this new conformation to myself is that it appears to myself that the old way seems easier to say and it uses fewer letters to say the same thing. Myself now think that with a little effort myself willl get the hang of it, then myself will be like others and myself probably won't notice that myself's friends, myself's relatives and myself's aquantanses, (myself am so confused now that myself can't spell it) are saying myself in place of I, ME, MINE.

To hell with it myself, excuse myself, I think that I will revert to using the old fashion words, I feel more comfortable with them.

As you know, Joan & Herrick were in Canada for 2 weeks, the first with Joan's sister & the 2nd was at our house and at Widget's . They had a great time the 2nd week. We were wondering at first what it was going to be like because they alway seemed quiet and reserved in England. Their exposures to Evenden Canada was extremely different. We took them to see the marine railway on the way to Haliburton which they were facinated with, the sights of the wolves, sailing, canoeing etc. then to the Kirkfield locks. They enjoyed all the touristy stuff very much BUT they had never been to a corn roast and C & J were having one.

Being the nice guy that I am I gave J & H a preparitory description of Nicky G. so they would be ready. By the time I had filled them in, they were excited about the meeting. We arrived at C & J and there was no Nick but they still had a wonderful time. Herrick managed to spill a drink then sit in it. They adapted to eating corn off the cob and weiners over the fire and the rain that joined in.

Cheryl tought Joan a whole new vocabulary of Canadianisms ala Cheryl. Believe it or not Joan had never heard of "hork a loogis" which Joan thought was hillarious.

Everybody had a great time in the rain and later in the house and Herrick was disappointed in not meeting Nick.

When we took them to the airport they both said what a wonderful party it was. Herrick said to thank C & J for a good time BUT he would have liked to meet Nick.

After the wedding I had the great experience of playing euchre and cribbage with Tom, Ant Hill and Meg. It was like a war zone, probably the noisiest card games I have ever played. I had no idea that card games were contact sports. I must admit that I enjoyed playing with non-professionals like myself though. After careful guidance by me, both Hill & Meg. did very well, Tom, on the other hand, as my partner left something to be desired, and since I didn't want to be accused of "TABLE TALK" I couldn't offer him the good advise and great knowledge I am capeable of freely giving, the end results were that we didn't win all games which I am acustomed to doing.

I forgot to mention that I had to protect Stephanie's "support our troupes" from being stolen by Homee Dad, who had his eye on it, but I couragously protected it.


Cam and I have spent many enjoyable hours working on his dryer we only had it apart aprox. 200 times before we got it to do what is supposed to do, I think. Next challenge is the washer.

The final thing is to report that popeye is coming along very well she will soon be back driving, I think.

Now I have got to start preparing myself mentally for the washer.