​During this pandemic, I've been painting a lot of signs on old and recycled wood giving them a vintage look but since I'm kinda partial to this one, I'm not sure if I can part with it because...over the years...I have no idea how many vats, gallons, jugs, bottles, mugs, glasses, spilt beer, squeezed out of my shirt and pants beer that I've lapped up. There's a good chance that licking the froth off my mustache is what turned my hair white. People used to ask me why I looked younger than my age and I would tell them, "Beer. Vitamin B for beer." Yeah, there's nothing like a beer, especially a cold frosty one on a hot day, when the sweat has been pouring off me and puddling around my feet. And of course, I've drank so much beer at one sitting, I could hear it sloshing around in my tummy as I staggered off to a men's washroom, some bushes, behind a tree, or hell, even the middle of the road. Why I can remember an artist friend of mine and I drinking it up until the wee hours of the night and then, at the same time, having to relieve ourselves of that delicious amber liquid. There we stood, almost side by side on a slightly inclined parking lot taking a leak. I don't know who won the bet but I do recall both of us down on our hands and knees yelling and urging our urine to keep running until it finally trickled to a halt on the pavement. Ah, I've had many a good time with many a good friend while chugging a beer or two or three or more and on that note I believe I'll have another beer...cheers, eh!

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               I woke up early this morning after about 4 hours sleep. My eyelids felt like they had 10 lb. anvils attached to them as I wiped the crusty sand away and staggered out of bed. Even though I had to shuffle off to the bathroom (about 3 or 4 times every night) I didn't dare turn on the light because if I caught a glimpse of myself in the large mirror, I could give myself an instant heart attack. I can think of better ways to leave this world than face down and blowing bubbles with my last breath in the toilet bowl.
               Poor little McGee must have had a rough night because when he came to greet me, he was dragging his little stinky butt on the floor. A squiggly smear of poop may look good on a blank canvas, the start of an abstract painting but all over the floor, McGee's canine creativity was anything but artsy.
               It was as dark as a mummy's tomb when McGee and I stepped outside the house and black bears on a black morning can be difficult to see. Fortunately, as the wee dog dragged his poopy butt through the wet fallen leaves (Nature's toilet paper, which I've used myself when the urge of pinching off a loaf cannot be ignored) there were no bears in the immediate vicinity. Everything was still, not a wisp of a breeze could be felt and the shadows cast by the flashlight were a little unnerving. When I heard the mournful howl of a prowling coyote in the distance and the soft hoots of a nearby vigilant owl, if a bat had suddenly swooped by my head out of the darkness, I most likely would have messed my pants.
              While we were walking along in the semi darkness, McGee sliding his wee butt down the lonely country road, which was located a little ways from home, whenever I heard a rustling sound in the nearby bushes or a twig breaking, I'm sure my eyes bugged out and my ears grew longer. Although the dark shadows combined with the noises were more than a little frightening, it was a good thing the walk turned out to be uneventful because if we had been forced to run for our lives, I can't imagine the bum-burn McGee would have suffered skidding his ass along the gravel road...cheers, eh!  

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Me and wee McGee go for his poopoo-peepee walks, about 4 times on average every day. Quite a lot of wildlife reside around our home at the base of Green Mountain, which include ring-eyed raccoons, stinky skunks, prickly porcupines, squirrly squirrels, cautious coyotes, delightful deer, magnificent moose and burly bears. So it's not unusual to see an animal at any given time. Take for instance, a few days ago, we saw 3 moose strolling across the road and last evening, around dusk, getting darker by the minute, I dang near jumped out of my headband. I had been completely mesmerized by the gorgeous leaves flitting down from the trees like butterflies that I failed to notice a large black shape standing at the edge of the road about 3 bear pounces away. Needless to say, my Sherman-shuffle came to an abrupt halt when I locked eyes with a big ole black bear. McGee came to a complete standstill too and cocked his head in wonderment. Like a Mexican-standoff, me, McGee and the bear didn't know if we should crap or go blind. I considered offering the dog to the bear as a tasty morsel, while I, the main course, shuffled on back home, that is, until the bear did a perfect pirouette and dashed off into the forest, soon disappearing amidst the trees and bushes. The way that bear hightailed it through the woods, I knew for a fact then, that there is no way, even when I was young and able to leap high bar stools in a single bound that I could outrun a bear. When the sounds of the bear crashing through the forest could no longer be heard, we continued on our walk but I can tell you, this old hippie-dippie, long-haired dude was a whole lot more alert and my pants felt slightly sticky...cheers, eh! 

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​Cheers, eh!