First daffodil

April 1, 2015

A day like today reminds me of several things, my
Dad, the upcoming rain, and more pleasant days to
follow.

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Dad always goes around singing the first few lines
of “the Rain Song” poem by Robert Loveman. This
poem is also know as “April Rain” and later
inspired the Al Jolson song “April Showers”. The
poem goes as follows:

It’s not raining rain for me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.

The clouds of gray engulf the day
And overwhelm the town;
It’s not raining rain to me,
It’s raining roses down.

It’s not raining rain to me,
But the fields of clover bloom,
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.

A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It’s not raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.
~Robert Loveman

The Jolson song goes like this:

William Wordsmith wrote of the daffodil also, and
you can listen to it in the following video.

There are more songs about daffodils and/or the
summer rain than we care to count. We chose
“Daffodil Rain” by John and Anne Ryder from 1969
as an example.

So if the weather is warming up where you are,
enjoy it. If it isn’t, we hope it warms up soon.
Either way, we hope this post brings a smile to
your face and puts a bounce in your step.
Comments are always welcome.


Sign of the times

March 31, 2015

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Businesses have signs. Across the front is their
logo and the door usually has a sign with hours of
operation and so on. It has been this way for as
long as I remember.

I am of an age that I recall signs on some of the
local businesses that stated “We reserve the right
to refuse service to anyone”. This sign did not
cause protests, lawsuits, or short news alerts on
the local TV station. We understood and found a
place that would give us the service we required.

Because of that, we don’t understand all the
attention being paid to the law in Indiana. Here on
the east coast of Iowa, it looks like yet another
instance of a group looking for a cause.

If we understand correctly Indiana passed a
religious freedom bill, the gay/lesbian crowd are
saying it discriminates, and once again the law may
be amended to include no discrimination.

It seems to me that too many people are acting
like the north end of a south bound horse. Here’s
the deal, go to another business that will give you
what you want and tell your friends about the one
that wouldn’t.

We don’t know what all this is coming to but we
wish people would use their head for something
other than a hat rack.
Comments are always welcome.


Neighborhood news

March 30, 2015

The barricades are up, the heavy equipment is in
place, and the work has begun. The sinkhole in
front of our place is being repaired. Rumor has it
that someone lost a Buick in it a while back, but
none was found.

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Once the blacktop was broken up and loaded into
dump trunks for removal an archeologist rappelled
down the side of the hole to discover that which
may have been lost. As mentioned, there was no
Buick, but the word through the grapevine is that
he may have found a hat belonging to Indiana Jones!

We weren’t told how long our street and alley will
be blocked so have taken a wait and see attitude.
After all, this sinkhole was so big it was spawning
offspring. We do feel sorry for the sanitation
engineers who have to use the one ended alley to
remove our bulk waste and recyclables.

When we learn more you’ll be the second to know.
In other news, the temperature has reached my age
so some outdoor spring cleaning did get done today.
We hope you enjoy tomorrow as much as we will.
Comments are always welcome.


Rare shotgun

March 30, 2015

With all the talk from the gun control crowd we
decided to look at the past and see if we could
find something that may startle these people. We
believe we have found just such a weapon from the
past.

Yes, we are talking the Presentation Colt Model
1855 revolving shotgun of the 1860s. A very rare
and impressive piece. Was there a need for a
revolving shotgun? Who cares. This thing is beyond
neat. Have a look for yourself.

The gun sold in December of last year but there
are so many interesting features we just had to
share.
Comments are always welcome.


Good intentions

March 29, 2015

When I went to bed Friday night I thought it was
Saturday but when I woke up Saturday morning I
believed it to be Friday. This caused some
confusion as you could imagine that got us thinking
about being confused.

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As we mature we sometimes forget that kids have a
memory like an elephant. Sometimes that can get us
into trouble. We present the following, shared by
a friend, to prove our point.

Hunter was 4 years old and was staying with his
grandfather for a few days.

He’d been playing outside with the other kids,
when he came into the house and asked, ‘Grandpa,
what’s that called when two people sleep in the
same bedroom and one is on top of the other?’

His Grandpa was a little taken aback, but he
decided to tell him the truth.

‘Well, Hunter, it’s called sexual intercourse.’
‘Oh,’ Little Hunter said, ‘OK,’ and went back
outside to play with the other kids.

A few minutes later he came back in and said
angrily, ‘Grandpa, it isn’t called sexual
intercourse.

It’s called Bunk Beds.

And Jimmy’s mom wants to talk to you.’
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Comments are always welcome.


Amazing lady

March 28, 2015

A friend shared a video that he assured me would
be of interest to all about golfing. He added that
said video could also be applied to life. After
watching this video we decided he was right.

The video shows 102 year old Ida Pieracci on a
golf course and after watching and listening to
this woman it was decided she is an amazing lady.

She holds the record at the San Jose Country Club
at 11 holes in one, and still golfs several times
a week. Her secret to long and happy life? She
claims she’s just being a good kid!

We wish to thank our friend for sharing the video,
and thank Ida Pieracci for sharing her story. And
we wish to share it with you.
Comments are always welcome.


Sunday snicker

March 27, 2015

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Mendelson was a devout man—went to every service,
prayed every prayer, said every blessing required
of him. But he could not make a go of it. He
started businesses, and they failed. He worked at
a restaurant, and it closed.

Meanwhile, his cousin Bernie was a gambler, a
womanizer, and a tax cheat. Yet Bernie had a big
house in the suburbs, two luxury cars, a time share
in Boca, and membership in a country club.

One day, Bernie announced he’d won the lottery.
Finally, Mendelson had had enough. He stormed into
the synagogue. “Lord, I don’t understand,” he
shouted. “I do what the law says I should do. Every
morning and every night I pray to you for the
fortitude to go on, for the strength to survive my
challenges, and ask for the bounty of Your blessing.
And yet here I am, laid low, and Bernie gets
everything. Why, Lord, why?

And the Lord said, “Bernie doesn’t pester me day
and night, that’s why.”
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Comments are always welcome.


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