It isn’t raining here on the east coast of Iowa, now. We got
drenched in the downpour earlier though. We’ll get more storms
later but we need it so the weeds can grow. And Dad has been in
hospital for a week and day now.
We went over to see him this morning and were there when his
breakfast arrived. He still hasn’t gotten the eating with the
left hand down yet, but he is getting better at it.
Two nurses and a doctor cycled through while we were there and
of course the nice lady who brought his breakfast tray then
took it away when he was done.
And here in the fine state of Iowa, our Governor has signed
the “fireworks” bill into law that enables citizens to purchase
certain consumer grade pyrotechnics. Groups are up in arms
citing potential for more fires and injuries to people.
These fireworks have been banned for decades, yet every year
you start hearing the noise and seeing the smoke around the
middle of June until around the end of July. Then again around
New Year’s. It could get interesting as cities across our state
start talking about local bans.
Yet while the talks go on, the fireworks keep going off. I say
legalize it, and make some money off the taxes on the sales. Of
course this advice comes from a long haired redneck who just
recently discovered he speaks with a drawl, so follow it with
Now I hear a Snicker’s bar wants to meet me for a late lunch.
Enjoy our Wednesday. Not only are we half-way through the week
but when it’s Thursday we won’t think about why Wednesday is
spelled like it is instead of how it sounds.
Comments are always welcome.