Busy times

April 18, 2017

Since the running is done, time for a post. We stopped by to
visit with Dad and had a nice talk before heading to get some
odds and ends done. The wife wanted to send a package while I
needed some things myself.

After spending what seemed like an hour to get the package on
its way we went to the farm supply store to check some things
off my list. It’s scary how I know my way around the new store
already, but in no time we had bird feed, furnace filters, and
a rake handle.

I went back outside after we got home and spotted what I
assumed was a dead butterfly. It looked pretty tore up and
wasn’t moving so I snapped a picture and bent down to pick it
up. That’s when it took off like it was on fire.

Never did figure out what happened to the little critter, but
it could still fly. That reminded of few days ago when I saw a
yellow bird and got a picture of it.

Still don’t know what kind of bird it is, but thought it neat.
Must be my month to keep guessing. We may get rain tonight and
tomorrow so we’ll take in the perfect day until it does. Enjoy
our Tuesday. It will only seem like a week until the weekend
gets here.
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Easter thoughts

April 17, 2017

Even Henry Wadsworth Longfellow had thoughts of Easter when he
penned the following:

Twas Easter Sunday
The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with
Fragrance and with joy.

Here on the east coast of Iowa we had just such a day with a
warm breeze rippling across the grass and causing the trees to
wave. But is it the weather and fragrance that makes us joyful
or is it Easter itself?

I do know that I am filled with enough ham and potato salad to
last me awhile. And even though it was a religious holiday, I
mowed the lawn again and detailed the car. Even chatted with a
long haul trucker who was visiting neighbors.

As happens sometimes, I even took time to read and as I was
doing that the Easter beagle dropped off goodie bags. Well,
actually Ronnie and Todd did. Along with the goodie bags was
what I at first looked like a piece of polished aluminum
diamond plate.

The cogs in the old braincase went into overdrive and I
thought of making a gauge panel out of it, until I picked it
up. Then I thought it was mat to set my laptop on. Wrong. The
wife snickered and told me it was an envelope and I should open
it. I had never seen a chrome envelope before and didn’t know
what to expect.

I was pleasantly surprised when I reached inside and pulled out
a birthday card. So I want to thank Ronnie and Todd for the
bag, the card, and a new shiny thing to play with.

Hope your Easter was a good one. We now are in into Monday
and that means only 4 more days to another weekend.
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Late edition

April 4, 2017

I don’t know why it is, but it seems to me the older I get the
more the subject of age comes up. During a visit with Dad today
he said he was blessed to have lived 91 years and that in a few
months he will be 92.

He gets around pretty well with the help of his cane, still
has his driver’s license and drives, and is sharp as a tack
most days. He also claims I don’t know what it’s like to be
91 and he’s right. I still don’t know how to act my age let
alone his.

Here on the east coast of Iowa we had a peek at some blue in
the skies this morning before the clouds came in an took away
the sun. The forecast for tomorrow is rain and a possible 1-3
inches of snow. Then this weekend a 70 degree high temperature.
What a great place to live!

One of these days I’m going to watch a “news” program from
start to finish and see if I’m missing anything. I don’t think
that is the case but am willing to watch to find out.

And that is going to wrap up this late edition of what should
have been posted this morning. I don’t consider it
procrastinating when I’m enjoying the day. We hope you enjoy
the first Tuesday in April. That is so special they had
elections across the river.

And now I need an ice cream cone to keep me going until my
late night pizza.
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Of rainy days

March 29, 2017

When I got up this morning we decided to take a little cruise.
Well, the wife did anyway. So we cruised about 100 miles north
to a little river town, cruised around the town, and came back.

The sky was filled with clouds that promised rain and
delivered on that promise about 30 miles north of home on the
return trip. It has been one of those days you know it’s
daytime but can’t see the sun.

It wasn’t as dark as night yet put a damper on any happy
thoughts. And it looks like it’s going to rain through tomorrow
night. But the birds and critters were still out an we spied a
couple eagles looking for prey and all kinds of critters.

We didn’t stop to eat because they replaced our favorite
restaurant, which served breakfast 24/7, with a Chick Filet.
I have nothing against chicken, it just isn’t our preferred
dining experience while cruising for the day. I prefer
breakfast or the biggest burger allowed by law. The wife does
not share my enthusiasm for such fare.

So for the next few days if you live on the east coast of Iowa
and wish to go outside, you will get wet. That’s not a problem
as I have the gear. I just don’t want my camera getting wet.
As we’ve said before, enjoy our Wednesday as it is the last
one we’ll get this month.

Don’t forget Saturday is April Fool’s Day. It never fails that
somebody has to try to put one over on us. Now I must go forage
for some tasty morsel to keep my strength up.
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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.
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Thank you

March 22, 2017

It’s National Agriculture Day today. We find it amazing that
1.5% of our population work in agriculture, but manage to
produce enough food for all of us.

A big thank you to all the farmers, ranchers and others. If
you’ve ever walked the rows or sampled a salt lick, you know
who you are. We think you should have your own month.
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Of great days

March 21, 2017

Today was another day full of surprises and observations. The
wife and I went over to Dad’s where we talked a little about the
farm and the folks who were neighbors. Then he said to follow
him as he had to show me something. He raised the blinds to a
window and said look at that.

“That” was wheelchair ramp, so I asked if anyone disabled lived
next door. When he said no why? I told him it was a handicapped
ramp. He couldn’t believe people would spend money on something
like that. After a chat the wife and I left to get some bird
seed. I usually go to our farm supply store, she wanted to go
to Wal-Mart, and Wally World it was.

We found the seed and when I put it in the cart said it wasn’t
a 20 pound bag. The wife swore it was and we left it at that.
When we arrived home I hoisted the bag out of the trunk and set
it on the porch only to discover it was a 40 pound bag! It
wasn’t me getting older, it was a heavier bag.

The morning ended with us having sandwiches at a local place
that advertises breakfast all day. The service wasn’t the best,
the food wasn’t the greatest, but we walked out smiling anyway.
And when we got home we danced in the car to music on the
radio.

So enjoy our Tuesday, we won’t get another one until next
week. Now I go in search of a pizza that wants to have dinner
with me.
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