A Haunting Diggggg...

From the land of the Bluenose.....the trees were alive. Alive I say as "Hurricane Sandy's" winds caused the limbs to creak and groan. The sky had an eire dark hue with a steady drizzle dripping from the sky.

Even the old shed near the waterfall cast a web of deceit and fear. What was inside of the old building? Demonic devils, goblins of even the "Wicket Witch of the West." The horror...the horror.

Marie and I had both taken on part time jobs befitting the season. She as a test pilot in a broom factory as I rented myself out on the weekends haunting houses. Well every little bit helps. Hard to get ahead...save for home then it's hard to get rid of the head!


Digging around the old barn I had felt like someone was watching me so after a mere hour and a half I couldn't shake the feeling and left for home with my loot. Loot which will be added to the "Special K (aka Jim K from the UK) Golfs Nova Scotia Fund."

The day had taken it's toll on the old Bluenoser who felt like a bucket of bones as he sat in his rocking chair pondering the age old question....."Where shall I dig tomorrow?"

See that photobucket won't crop or re size my photos....anyone else encountering this? Is the gremlins at play?