Can’t go back?

March 24, 2017

I know this post is late again but it was such a beautiful day
here on the east coast of Iowa it forced me outside. The high
got up to 81 and that broke a record set in 1937. Tonight we’ll
get rain and the low is supposed to be 46, but I’ll be back out
there anyway after the wife goes to work.

Thoughts of Dad filled my head as I worked and snapped an
occasional picture. He is usually a quiet man until you bring
up something about the farm. One of his favorite subjects when
he gets on a roll is the summer of 1937. He claims it’s the
hottest summer he’s ever seen.

The farm house had no running water and certainly never had
air conditioning. One fan was supposed to cool the whole house.
So, in the summer of 1937, everybody slept on the porch because
it was cooler. According to him that went on all summer.

When I visited Tuesday I mentioned a plat book from 1930 that
was found online which had Grandpa’s name listed along with the
number of acres. For some reason that got him going again. His
face lit up like a young lad as he talked about neighbors and
some of their habits.

Up the gravel road to the east was an old lady who liked to
sit in the cornfield. She didn’t disturb the corn and was
friendly enough when he and his brothers walked by. And that’s
where he left it.

Then he mentioned a local character, who I also remembered, that
didn’t leave his farm house without a pocket pint in every
pocket of his coveralls. At that time it was a dry county but
this character always swore his bottles were dry when he finished
for the day.

People say you can’t, or shouldn’t go back. But the look on
Dad’s face while talking about the good old days told me that
at times it’s good for your soul.

Have a great Friday, the weekend has begun. If we use it
wisely it might even seem to last a couple days.
Comments are always welcome.


Strange sights

March 19, 2017

Sunday is winding down and before we know it Monday will be
here again. It could be worse. While out taking pictures I ran
across a cardinal who was having a bad hair day.

He was watching the other birds getting in line for the bird
feeder and I couldn’t tell if the wind was causing his problems
or if he was just that mad.

The mate of the cardinal didn’t look too happy, but the
smaller birds had a secret weapon. They posted a lookout in the
gutter to let them know when bigger birds were coming.

It’s not raining daffodils yet, but they are coming up. One
bud looked like something out of a 60s science fiction movie.
Almost likes it belongs on an alien spaceship from someplace
far away.

And the strange stuff just came coming today. I saw a bird
that looked like it couldn’t have a brain because of the shape
of the head. After uploading the picture, it didn’t look any
better to my untrained eyes.

So we’ll just say good night and hope you have a great Sunday
night. It’s all we have left of the weekend. Now I worked up an
appetite and know where a pizza if waiting to meet me for
dinner.
Comments are always welcome.


Of rare days

March 7, 2017

I knew the moment I woke up this morning it was going to be
one of those days. Nothing was on fire or needed fixing, yet I
still knew in my gut I was going to have one of those days. It
really hit me as I was taking a picture of the moon and
realized I hadn’t done a post yet. (Said picture of moon is
below as evidence.)

One of those days where the sky looked like blue satin
highlighted with white cotton candy clouds. Birds were out in
abundance and singing while the squirrels scampered away with
stolen peanuts.

Even the sunset, though muted, was a sight to behold. I lost
even more track of the time as the stars took turns twinkling
for attention. And I owe it all to sleeping through the night
last night. Four and half hours of blissful, uninterrupted
sleep.

That happens so rarely anymore I knew the distractions would
be too many and too fast. Even though I put up the good fight
the entire day passed by while I marveling at what a
beautiful place we live in.

Not much time to cruise the information highway when you’re
standing outside with so much to see and so little time to
see it. So enjoy the rest of our Tuesday. Soon we’ll be into
Spring, things will green up, and the weather will get nicer.
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Had a brain fart

February 27, 2017

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I meant to get out a post yesterday but as we know the road
to hell is paved with good intentions. It was an interesting
day though. The birds were abundant and singing, the clouds
had interesting patterns all day, sunset was beautiful, the
Daytona 500 was on Tv, and it was the anniversary of the birth
of both Buffalo Bill Cody and William Frawley.

Well, I did watch the race. The new format had me as confused
as before; wrecks seemed plentiful, and on the final few laps
it looked like only a dozen cars were left to battle it out.
The new rule that had me most confused was the 5 minute limit
on time to repair crash damage in the pits. Not five minutes
each stop but five minutes total.

The breaking up of the race into three segments didn’t make a
whole lot of sense either. If I understand it correctly the
winner in each of the first two parts got points while the
winner of the last segment won the race. I was glad Kurt Busch
won, but come on.

And Buffalo Bill Cody was born not farfrom our little portion
of the east coast of Iowa in a town called LeClaire. A mere 20
minute scenic drive up River Road from our home. Celebrations
are scheduled all week and the Buffalo Bill Museum has some
special events planned also.

We’re not sure if Burlington, Iowa, has any events planned to
celebrate William Frawleys’ birthday or not. Perhaps a Fred
Mertz festival? Believe it or not but as a young lad he sang
at St. Paul’s Catholic Church and even performed at the
Burlington Opera House!

Since I’m getting distracted again it’s time to go. Enjoy our
Monday as it’s the last one we’ll get this month.
Comments are always welcome.


Of strange dreams

February 20, 2017

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I have to stop eating spicy foods before going to bed. I had a
dozen tacos, brushed my teeth, laid down and quickly drifted
off to dreamland. While the dreams are not rare this one was
a doozy.

In the dream the wife and I were in Idaho visiting our
youngest and his wife. We were at some fancy roaring 20s looking
hotel amidst several people dressed in period correct garb.
What didn’t fit was that the lobby had a hot tub smack dab in
the middle with nude people using it and getting their pictures
taken.

Then for some odd reason our son and myself went to find a
bathroom. Well, that’s where it got strange. For some reason
we ended up in the 2nd basement and after I lost sight of him
I turned a corner and ended up outside a church in northeast
Iowa. So, not knowing exactly where I was or how I got there,
I walked around until I found a bus depot.

There I purchased a ticket home thinking a call to Idaho once
I returned home would clear things up. And no, I don’t know
why I just didn’t use the phone in the bus depot. Around 3
hours later I was downtown in our hometown. So after a walk
up the hill I arrived home to find I didn’t have my house keys
on me.

I broke out a window to get in and replaced the broken one
with a good one just in time to hear Police cars screeching
to halt with sirens blaring. That was when I found out I had
no billfold and it must have went somewhere with the keys.

On the bright side, I did get to talk to the wife and our
son, from jail. Of course using my phone call to contact them
meant I stayed in jail until the hearing. And when it was over
we all laughed, except the wife. She wanted to know how I got
back to Iowa so fast.

Tonight, it’s midnight pizza. Those tacos were trying to tell
me something and I’m not pushing my luck. Enjoy our Monday,
it’s the first one of the work week.
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You ever notice?

February 7, 2017

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When I woke up this morning, as the saying goes, I felt like
I was shot at and missed and shit at and hit all over. The
wife had a bad cold all weekend and with the help of over the
counter products appeared to be over it yesterday. She must be
as I have it now.

And I had a thought. Perhaps you’ve heard those who predict
gloom and doom upon certain industries have been stating that
the auto makers aren’t going to be around much longer. Their
reasoning is autonomous cars will replace what we now drive
and none of the big three are up to speed on self-driving
cars.

Yet we wonder. They may be in trouble but what if it’s
because of the way they sell cars? Sub-prime loans adjusted
for a long term of repayment offered to almost anyone who will
sign on the dotted line. And the lease programs.

Some dealers offer payment plans of 72 months now. Yes, a
full six years. We’ve all heard the “no down payment”. “no
payment for six months” commercials. And sales have been good.

Most people don’t think leasing is a problem. Think of this,
when the lease term is up the dealer is flooded with used
vehicles. Not trade ins, the vehicles they leased out. We have
seen this ourselves.

We don’t know what’s going on but being someone old enough to
remember a while back we wonder where all the old cars are?
In the 60s if you pulled into a parking lot you would see
cars from 40s, 50s, and 60s. In the 70s in the same lot you
would find cars from the 50s, 60s, and 70s. And there were
just as many older cars as newer.

Fast forward to today and pull into a parking lot. You’d be
hard pressed to find a car from the 90s. Did the cars that
are too new to be considered antique just self destruct? Now
I’ve things to do so enjoy the rest of our Tuesday.
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We’re back

February 6, 2017

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There was no post here yesterday and that wasn’t due to
apathy or illness. We just decided to jump in the car, crank
up the satellite radio, turn off the cell phones, and just
cruise. Much like a mini-vacation complete with a meal in a
restaurant with paper napkins.

We cruised to the city where 3 states converge and proceeded
to dawdle our time away. The wife wanted to shop so we went
shopping, and when that was done I wanted to eat so we ate. We
even managed to see some wildlife and a beautiful blue sky
along the way.

It was so windy we watched several birds flapping their wings
like crazy but getting nowhere. We gawked at cattle and horses
on the farms, and even the farms themselves. We noticed that
Dubuque had as many crows and we did in Davenport, and even
got behind the little old lady doing 30 in 45 mph zone. We
raced the sunset yet made it home in time to get a couple of
pictures too.

I even gave a little thought to my new idea. Since heated
steering wheels are a reality now I believe car companies
should up the ante and make a car that automatically refills
your travel mug with hot coffee. The cup holders are already
there but when your cup is empty the holder isn’t really
necessary.

I’ll mention that to my dealership owning friend and await
the companys’ answer. I want no fame or fortune for the idea,
I just like my coffee. Enjoy the day, we think it’s going to
be good one. Now it’s time to see if I picked up that
breakfast pizza.
Comments are always welcome.