I know it’s late

September 18, 2018

Woke up on the run and after a quick shower went to visit with
Dad. Then the wife and I went to early lunch where she tried the
linguini and I stuck with my cheeseburger with pepper jack
cheese. It looked to be a decent, but windy day, early yet now
it’s darker than early evening.

And I’m beginning to think it doesn’t do any good to a cat that
you’re a dog person. When we came back home the mama feral cat
had to be played with and once we got in the house the wifes’ 2
cats and a kitten also wanted attention. I’m fighting a losing
battle.

Caught a glimpse of the morning “news” on TV and noticed the
brain-dead commentators were torn between brow beating the
Supreme Court nominee and gushing praise over the Emmy award
show. They even mentioned Tom Arnold got thumped at said event
by someone who is not a fan.

That is exactly why I avoid the TV “news” as much as possible.
If they ever start reporting real news I may start watching
again, or not. We can’t wait for the weekend as the high
temperature of the day is supposed to drop about 15 degrees from
where it is now.

Enjoy our Tuesday as we only get so many days without and ‘r’
in them. Now I need some more coffee and perhaps a nap, or both.
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On the way

September 8, 2018

We had breakfast with the kids and Anna then went back to visit
a bit before leaving Muskogee, Oklahoma at 10:30 am. We made it
to Hannibal, Missouri just about sunset and I got some pictures
but left the cord out in the car.

Met a lot of people and if you know me you know I’m terrible
with names. We’ll mention some in a later post after a chit
chat with the wife.

Tomorrow we will have about a 135 mile cruise to be back home.
Since I’m no longer a young man we decided to stop here instead
of trying to make it one day. We ran into a steady hard drizzle
the entire way and found some drivers still have no business
being behind the wheel.

We passed 3 vehicles in the right lane as they wouldn’t give up
the left lane. All that being said, we believe everyone involved
had a good time, and we got see Muskogee, Tulsa, Oklahoma City,
and a campground at Flat Rock creek.

We also came to the conclusion that if you walked out of a
restaurant hungry in the area, it was your own fault. And I can
honestly say I have my quota for biscuits and gravy for the week.
The cheeseburgers are another story as I have no quota on them.

Our grandchild wasn’t happy when we left but we can’t say that
was unexpected. She was a blast to be around and kept us laughing.
The one downside, at least for me, was getting my picture taken
more since we left than in the past 5 years. I don’t like it!

Now I need a shower and some sleep. To the lady who follows me
around; if you hear me making noise during the night I’m not
snoring, just dreaming I’m a tractor. Enjoy the rest of our day
as tomorrow is only a dream away.
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Great day

September 4, 2018

It was cloudy last night and the sunrise this morning was great.
I just happened to be out with my camera and shot the above pix
from our motel parking lot.

The lady who follows me around and our granddaughter kept tailing
me so I got a picture just in case. For being less than 3 years old
that little girl can walk. I forgot how hard it is to keep up with
an energenic child.

I did get one little unpleasant surprise from Anna after we got
back to our room. It seems she used her crayons to decorate my new
laptop. Since it is crayons I hope it will come off.

Tomorrow we may be heading to Oklahoma City to stop at a few
memorials and see what there is to see. The way things are set up
now our last day in Muskogee should be Friday which means home on
Sunday. And things return to a semblance of normal shortly after
that.

Using the WiFi in our motel feels like we went back to the dial
up modem. We realise we’re not the only people using it yet to call
it slow is a disservice to slow servers. I picked up a half gallon
of passion fruit juice and plan to pretend we’re in the tropics
for the rest of the night.

So enjoy the rest of our Tuesday as it looks to be a good one
here. Now for some passion fruit juice and a sub sandwich.
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Of chickens, tractors, and butterflies

August 15, 2018

I was late for my visit with Dad yesterday but once I got there
we laughed almost the entire time. A couple of the highlights
were him explaining that when farmers got their first tractors
they would get to end of the field, yell “whoa” and run into a
creek or the ditch; the other was one time grandpa bought a
truckload of 2-week-old chickens.

According to Dad the farmers were so used to horses they
forgot to stop the tractors and started to panic when the
voice command didn’t stop the tractor.

The farm wasn’t set up for tiny chickens so Grandpa put all
the chicks in a spare bedroom of the farmhouse and told Grandma
not to open the door. Of course she didn’t listen, the chicks
made a break for freedom, and hours were spent rounding them all
up and getting them back in the room.

When I got back home after the visit, butterflies were all over
the neighborhood. Mostly Monarchs yet with a couple of dozen
flying around only one sat long enough to snap decent pictures.
I’m still working of getting pictures of them in flight but
these critters have no flight pattern that I could find.

Today we get rain and we need it. That may sound odd to those
experiencing flooding but it’s the truth. Things have dried out
some here on the east coast of Iowa and the weeds need some
water so they can pester us anew. It’s natures cycle of life.

So Enjoy our Wednesday, AKA the middle of the work week. Now I
need more coffee and a thick bacon sandwich.
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Getting there

August 14, 2018

Between getting some chores done yesterday I glanced up and
noticed the spider who likes to make a web between the phone
lines at a nearby house was at it again. Must be a determined
little bugger.

Later today I will cruise over to Dads for a visit and to
bring him a refill on his store-bought doughnuts. When I called
yesterday he sounded like the phone had wakened him from one of
his naps and hope he remembers I’ll be late today.

We’ll see how things go when we visit but believe he is still
pretty sharp and can trip you up if you’re not careful. At 93
he isn’t feeble and still doesn’t use his cane very often to get
around.

And of course we’re getting ready for the lady who follows me
around vacation time to arrive later this month. We’ll pack too
much into the trunk of the Fusion and see what there is to see
as we head to Oklahoma. I haven’t been there in years but doubt
they moved it.

All this started, as I knew it would, when the wife talked me
into going to Florida 20 years ago on a “family vacation” and I
knew then that it wouldn’t be a one-shot deal. Before then a
vacation was the farthest thing from my mind and still is.

The one difference between the first time and this time is that
I will not be driving under protest as I did then. It ended up
being a decent trip and perhaps this one will too.

Finally, we didn’t get any pictures of the meteor showers as
the smoke from the wildfires out west made things just hazy
enough to blur the shots. We’re told it has enabled some to get
great sunset shots though.

Enjoy our Tuesday as it’s one of those that doesn’t have an “r”
in it. Now I need some coffee and a couple of breakfast burritos.
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Back in the day…

July 18, 2018

Had a great visit with Dad yesterday and we talked almost the
entire time of things that happened on the farm. Some before my
time, some I remember, and some I heard for the first time.

Of course the Great American Heat Wave of 1936 came up, which
is when the average temperature in Iowa was 108 degrees in July,
and set a record that stands today. It was even hotter than 2016
when the gloom and doom crowd cried ‘Global Warming’.

It was also the year the first tractor arrived on the farm as
the horses wouldn’t work in the daytime heat and all work that
involved the horses had to be done at night when regular folk
would be sleeping on their porches. They slept on the porch
because it was cooler than the house.

Then the winter of the same year came up when Iowa set the
all-time snowfall record of 42.9 inches and the average
temperature for the entire winter was 12.6 degrees and this
combination left over 100,000 Iowa farms isolated for seven
weeks.

We talked of the horse-drawn manure spreader that sat by the
barn and how us kids used to get in so much trouble playing on
the old machinery. My sister attracted a bull that got loose
while wearing her red sweater and I got stung by a nest full of
hornets that was hidden on the spreader. Until I found it.

We ended up with barns. Ours was red and Dad’s caregiver said
the farm she grew up had a white barn. And the memories of
painting the old barn came flooding back. For our red barn a
mixture of linseed oil and rust, mixed to perfection, ended with
a perfect red color.

Way back when there weren’t many paint choices and paint was
too expensive. I ventured that the white barn was painted with
a mixture of the linseed oil and lime. When home I checked and
it was milk and lime added to the linseed oil used to make the
white.

When paint became more available, and cheaper, many farmers
would choose red paint to honor the tradition. Don’t know if
paints back then sealed as good as the linseed oil and don’t
care enough to research it.

So our stroll down memory lane was actually walking the rows,
but we all had smiles on our faces when it ended. Enjoy our
Wednesday as it’ll be about a week before we get another.
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Choices

July 10, 2018

Had a good visit with Dad this morning and talked of many
things. The farm, the fair, the weather, getting older, and the
fact his sister, my Aunt, is going to visit the town nearest the
farm and probably the old farm also. He thought it odd that
after all the years since she left she now wants to return after
70+ years.

Things have changed in the little nearby town, but the land
seldom changes. Near big cities farmland can become housing
developments and in the more rural areas large corporations can
buy up farmland so enormous buildings can be erected to make
their product, but for the most part the land remains able to
produce food to feed the world.

If she really wants to see the old farm, minus the farmhouse
and outbuildings, I hope she gets to. For her to venture from
northwest Montana to southern Iowa and visit the old homestead
at 90 would have to be a trying experience. Yet I have a
feeling she’ll make it and have a huge smile on her face the
entire return trip.

We all have choices to make and there are times when people
take the easy way out. But there are times when the choices are
the hardest and the hardships many that have the biggest effect
on who we are.

Now I need some coffee and a Snicker’s to make it until pizza
time. Enjoy our Tuesday as we will.
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