|Jenolan||:||We have named our new house Endolin ... see if you can work out the reference. Disney movie, computer based, debug mode on.|
|Jenolan||:||Last day on our beloved farm in to town Monday|
|Jenolan||:||The weather station will not update any more, until/unless we setup one at our new home in Bathurst. Once settled in there may be an interesting announcement --- or not --- depending on how things end up.|
|Jenolan||:||New blog: Round and round the round about|
|Jenolan||:||News: CESS V0.14 --- Munge|
|shenley||:||Best wishes to you both. Hope the move works out well for you. Stay well. Best wishes. Peter|
|Jenolan||:||New blog: Moving into Bathurst|
|Jenolan||:||For the first time in many years Helen had to buy eggs, ug no more super tasty home reared chook eggs|
|shenley||:||Dear Larry and Helen, So sorry to hear of your loss of Lucy. We have had many cats over the years whom we have had the pleasure of 16-18 years each (all orphans, waifs and strays) and the loss of each and every one has hurt us dearly. We understand your loss and grief. Just be thankful for the time you had with her. Best wishes, Peter|
|Jenolan||:||New blog: Lucy RIP|
A bright young Scottish lad named Shamus had the opportunity to go to university in London. So he packed his bags and said good-bye to his mother and left the highlands for the big city.
After the first week his mother called to see how her boy was holding up.
“I love it here Mother,” Shamus told her, “but these English students are the oddest people ever! The boy who lives in the dormitory room next to me bangs his head against the wall until midnight every night. And the boy in the room above me stomps around until midnight every night. And the boy right below me blasts his stereo until midnight every night.”
“Why don’t you complain to the Dean of students?” asks his mother.
“Well, it doesn’t bother me much,” answers Shamus. “I’m usually up until that time quietly practicing my bagpipes anyway.”
The psychic gazed at her Tarot cards and delivered the bad news: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s just no easy way to say this: prepare to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent, horrible death within the year.”
Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths, composed herself and asked, “Will I get away with it?”
An Alabama preacher said to his congregation, ‘Someone in this congregation has spread a rumor that I belong to the Ku Klux Klan .
‘This is a horrible lie and one which a Christian community cannot tolerate I am embarrassed and do not intend to accept this. Now, I want the party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian Family.’
No one moved.
The preacher continued, ‘Do you have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood?
Remember, you will be forgiven and in your heart you will feel glory. Now stand and confess your transgression.’
Again all was quiet.
Then slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop traffic… rose from the third pew.
Her head was bowed and her voice quivered as she spoke, ‘Reverend there has been a terrible misunderstanding.
I never said you were a member of the Ku Klux Klan. I simply told a couple of my friends that you were a wizard under the sheets.’
The preacher fell to his knees, his wife fainted, and the Congregation roared.
So there were two guys on a roof, pounding nails. One guy pounded a nail in, then picked up another. He was holding the nail upside down. He unexpectedly threw the nail away. He picked up another nail, right side up this time, and pounded this in. He eventually threw so many upside down nails away, that his friend came over. “Eh, what you doing? How come you’re throwing away all those nails?” he asked. “Because they’re upside down,” the friend replied. The other guy looks at the friend, then, after some thought, says, “You Idiot, save them for the ceiling!”
One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the prospect of catching a fish.
About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach, trying to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family.
“You aren’t going to catch many fish that way,” said the businessman to the fisherman, “you should be working rather than lying on the beach!”
The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied, “And what will my reward be?”
“Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish!” was the businessman’s answer.
“And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman, still smiling.
The businessman replied, “You will make money and you’ll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish!” “And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman again.
The businessman was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman’s questions. “You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!” he said.
“And then what will my reward be?” repeated the fisherman.
The businessman was getting angry. “Don’t you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you!”
Once again the fisherman asked, “And then what will my reward be?”
The businessman was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, “Don’t you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again! You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset. You won’t have a care in the world!”
The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, “And what do you think I’m doing right now?”