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February 5, 2018

This is late getting here and there was no post yesterday. It
all started with what we thought was a great idea and didn’t end
the way intended. You may not believe this, but it all started
with a pizza.

Our favorite pizza emporium was called Saturday for a large
taco pizza and things went according to plan until I arrived at
said emporium to pick up our pizza. Every pizza we’d ordered
before was on a circle of cardboard and a white paper bag was
tented over the top. Yet this time it was in a box!

Figuring it could be the practice of putting different pizzas
in different containers it was decided to wait until we got
home to pass judgement. Then came the second surprise. Every
pizza we’ve ordered before was cut into strips with a single
cut through the middle. This pizza was cut into wedges!

First the box, then cutting it different, we wondered what else
could possible go wrong. We ate ourselves almost to the point of
a pizza induced coma then napped a good portion of the rest of
the afternoon away. And when we awoke there was still half a
pizza left! I’ve got to go into training.

Then this morning, knowing we were going to get at least five
inches of white fluffy love from above by tonight, I decided to
run some errands. We were in dire need of bird feed, donut
holes, and cigarettes. I noticed that when such weather events
are forecast in advance that most people go to the store for
milk, bread, and toilet paper.

I don’t normally pay attention to what people buy yet noticed
this time as the store was packed and my cart seemed the only
one not to include these items. I didn’t ask the reason as all
were looking at my cart full of bird feed. Perhaps next time.

I’ll be busy shoveling in a bit, and again later, and again
even later. So enjoy our Monday as here on the east coast of
Iowa the falling snow and blanket of white on the ground makes
a peaceful scene.
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Dream world

January 4, 2018

Last night I thought a solution to my crazy dreams was at hand.
Thinking my habit of eating spicy foods just before bedtime was
the culprit I changed my ways. Instead of pizza, tacos, or 5
alarm chili, a baked chicken breast and baked potato was eaten.

It didn’t work. I dreamed that three of us got in a ton of
trouble traveling around the globe, and beyond. There was
myself, a rotund Scottish organ grinder named Olaf who always
had his pet monkey Pedro on his shoulders, and Sven who was
a world-renowned Romanian chicken wrestler.

We went wherever the winds took us and had no problem finding
the nearest watering hole to wet our whistle. In one such bar an
older lady in an evening gown and dripping diamonds from her
wrist, neck, and ears asked us if we would like to make some
money.

Since the three of us didn’t understand each others I was
appointed spokesman for the group. Olaf spoke with a Scottish
lilt but had a lisp, Sven spoke the language of Romania, and
none of us spoke a language other than our own.

We accepted the lady’s offer so she explained that her prized
pineapple was missing from her refrigerator and she would pay
$32,000 for its return. So off we went in search of the golden
pineapple. Since Olaf had a Porsche we let him drive and we
somehow ended up on the moon but didn’t find the pineapple.

I’m not sure what the dream means but do know now that the
cause is not the type of food eaten before bed. Perhaps I just
have an overactive brain. Enjoy our Thursday and stay warm if
you live in the half of our country that’s subzero.
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Thinking back

October 12, 2017

I just got the wife off to work and noticed it started to
drizzle. You know how that goes, not a hard enough rain to get
soaked yet sets a chill in your bones. But Autumn is here with
the leaves changing color, the drop in temperature, and the
steely gray skies.

Christmas displays are starting to pop up and the Holloween
candy is overflowing the aisles. On the east coast of Iowa that
means time to get the snow removal gear in order. Depending on
who one listens to we will either have a dry mild winter or
a cold snowy one.

This is also the time of year that shifts my mind into over-
drive and it moves faster than my fingers can type. We’ll try
to keep up. We’re entering the season when comfort food seems
more important than any other and the holidays start coming.
At least since I retired they let me sit at the adult table.

It shouldn’t be long before the migratory birds start heading
south to their winter homes along with folks who love the area
more than they like our winters. They usually come back once
it warms again.

And this time of year reminds me of days on the farm when the
chores came before anything else and TV was a luxury. If we
watched and hour of TV in one sitting, it was a holiday. And as
I joke with our youngest, the TV had living black and white.
When color TVs became affordable we’d adjust the rabbit ears
until we marvelled at how life like the shows had become.

Now, I’m out of coffee and the leftover pizza along with the
doughnut holes on the table are calling for me. Enjoy our
Thursday. Before we know it the weekend will be here.
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Some days…

October 8, 2017

life just sucks the jelly right out of your doughnut. And
yesterday was just such a day. Grumpy because I hadn’t seen the
man in moon for a few days, I decided to lighten my mood by
chatting with him last night.

The day was going pretty good until I noticed my desktop was
moving at the speed of a dial up modem. Then a message from our
youngest informed me he was receiving Hollywood gossip from my
email and wondered what was going on. So was I as that isn’t
something I would normally do.

Turns out settings and passwords had been changed and the
computer had been hacked. While the culprit hasn’t been located
yet the computer is again working like it should and has been
since about 3 am.

So about midnight I went out and took some pictures of the
moon, had a chat about trivial things, and cooled off. The talk
was just what was needed and gave me time to catch a second
wind to do battle with the hacker. I will locate the computer
they used to hack me and if it is a school or business will
inform them that their system may be compromised.

Thanks Kenny, I would have caught it but your message lit a
fire under me to get it done. And now we’re going to enjoy
some thick cut pork chops, corn, and potato salad for an early
supper. Enjoy the rest of our Sunday as tomorrow starts the
work week for some.
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Routine Friday

October 6, 2017

The lady who follows me around and myself stepped out the back
door ready to go grocery shopping and ran into the critter
shown above. The feral kitten did not seem happy that we put
groceries before him. He calmed down after I fed and watered
the bunch later.

Yesterday I observed a crew working on the church steeple
that is 3 blocks south of us. With the fog this morning we
couldn’t see even a hint that it was there. Upon returning from
getting our groceries we noticed a faint outline of the steeple
and were relieved it was still there.

And we are now having a critter problem that we didn’t see
coming. We feed the birds on the ground as that makes it easier
to get a picture when an interesting bird is present. But the
black kitten seems to think he is a panther. He stalks the
birds and attacks when he gets close.

The birds have posted look outs to protect their own. They
have even tried dive bombing the attacking kitten and getting
pretty noisy in the process.

So far we only have birds flying away and no casualties. That
doesn’t stop the kitten from trying. We will be looking for a
solution soon as he won’t be a kitten forever and we enjoy
watching the birds and the feral kittens.

It’s been spitting rain since we woke up and is supposed to
rain today and tomorrow so I may not get many pictures until
it clears. Couldn’t even see the full moon last night for all
the clouds.

Enjoy our Friday, it’s the last one this week. Now I need more
coffee and some chocolate doughnut holes.
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Making time

September 29, 2017

We left Rawlins, Wyoming early this morning and arrived in
Paxton, Nebraska a few hours ago where we will spend the night.
When we left it was so foggy you couldn’t see past the hood of
the car so I kept it at 80 mph and the fog lights on.

After running through fog for most the way across Wyoming we
ran into a drizzle and some clouds that looked like they could
open up and rain our on cruise. Everything has gone right today
and shortly we will leave our room to dine at Ole’s Steakhouse
& Saloon. They have some of the best cheeseburgers I have ever
consumed and are located within a half mile of our motel.

Once again the lady that follows me around took all the pictures
and I haven’t asked if I can share them yet, but may post
later if see agrees. With a little cropping and slight touch up
most came out great so I hope she does.

Tomorrow afternoon we will arrive back home and posts will
return to a semblance of normalcy on Sunday. Or at least as
close to normal as I can get. We consider the trip an
overwhelming success and plan on doing it again. Perhaps as
early as next year.

But around this time tomorrow, or a little later, we will
unpack the trunk for the last time on this trip and see if
the critters missed us. The cat probably won’t want much to
do with us, but we’ll see. And I can do a Sunday snicker
post from home again.

Enjoy the rest of our Friday, we’re leaving for a cheeseburger
and fries with plenty of coffee.
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Heading home

September 27, 2017

The fickle finger of fate was pointed my way again. I had to
wonder why I love these mountains yet the altitude leaves me
out of breath. We will leave here early tomorrow and head home,
which is about 3,000 feet closer to sea level and my breathing
isn’t quite so labored.

We’ll miss waking up in the morning and leaving our room to
marvel at the mountains in the distance, and our family here.
The irony in all this is the fact I spotted a 40 acre plot just
outside of town for sale that set my imagination on fire.

I imagined buying said plot and building a house on it so we
would wake up with the sunrise and watch the sunset from the
back deck with the mountain range always to our north. Then
reality sunk in.

Yeah, the fickle finger of fate is funny that way. All in all
we have admit this trip is an overwhelming success. We’ve been
pampered, well fed, walked off the good food, saw the sights,
got some pictures, and laughed more than we have in some time.

Saturday we should arrive back home to catch on up all we missed
while we get back to reality. We’ve put over 2,000 miles on the
car and that may double before we make it to our driveway. So if
you’re staying at the Motel 6 tomorrow, we left the light on for
you. Now I think I heard some chocolate doughnuts calling for me.
Enjoy what’s left of our Wednesday.
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