Our holiday

July 3, 2017

Tomorrow is Independence Day, a celebration of the signing of
the Declaration of Independence. It has been a federal holiday
since 1941 yet observed since the 18th century. A day that
many of enjoy parades, concerts, fireworks, barbecues and get
together at family gatherings.

Because I don’t want to wax poetic about the state of our
state this will be short post. There will be a later post on
that. We have noticed too many of our fellow citizens appear to
be upset over things they cannot change instead of being happy
with what they have.

If you cannot wake up and greet the day with a smile in
anticipation of what a great day it’s going to be perhaps you
need an attitude adjustment. You just don’t see the flowers
blooming or hear the birds singing. Too many have their noses
in an electronic device awaiting the latest manufactured news
that will put them in a foul mood.

Some even forget that patriotism is not love of government but
love of country.
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That’s what I get for thinking…

July 2, 2017

After the wife went on her merry way to work I noticed clear
skies after sunset and many stars. So the tri-pod came out
along with the wireless remote to capture the stars. Some came
out pretty good, most looked like this.

Yes, I had forgotten that fireworks are legal now and my
neighbors must have decided to have a contest and see who could
make the most noise for the longest time. When some of these
things went off I thought for a minute I was back aboard ship
with the 5 inch 54 gun mount during target practice!

Windows rattled and night turned into day when these things
went off. But these unknown people were devious. I was lulled
into thinking things were over for the night during a prolonged
silence. I soon found out a truce was declared to allow both
sides of the feud to reload.

When things quieted down again I wasn’t fooled by the silence.
Sure enough the moment I began to nod off things heated up
again. This continued into the early morning hours and sleep
finally came around day break. Now I don’t mind others wanting
to loudly and brightly proclaim their patriotism, and some of
the fireworks were neat to watch, just not into the wee hours
of the morning.

But at my age, sleep is also nice. So if I’m a little off for
the next few days just bear with me and we’ll get through it.
Enjoy our Sunday. Here on the east coast of Iowa it’s looking
to be another picture perfect night for fireworks.
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Be prepared

June 27, 2017

The 4th of July is right around the corner so we have to be
ready for the extra nocturnal noise and possibilities of fire.
Here in our little river city on the east coast of Iowa things
are already sounding like a war zone after dark.

We haven’t noticed a big difference since consumer fireworks
were legalized this year but time will tell. What we do find
laughable is the state actually thinks it can tell citizens
when then can shoot them off.

Around our neighborhood fireworks don’t start going off until
after the legal hours have ended. We would ask those who wish
to set off the late night fireworks to be considerate of their
neighbors and pets, but then we’d have to take the time to
explain what considerate means.

Police, Fire, and Medics will be probably be just as busy this
year as they were last year and we wish them well. Back in the
day we’d cruise down to Missouri where fireworks were legal and
get some black cats and lady fingers to shoot off.

After a few bangs from the firecrackers we’d go back to
whatever it was we were doing. Today it sounds like some enemy
army is carpet bombing the neighborhood and it goes on for
hours. Times change.

Enjoy our Tuesday, I know we will.
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Remember

May 29, 2017

This Memorial Day here on the east coast of Iowa we take the
time to remember all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. The
numbers keep getting larger as those of us lucky enough to
still be here realize all too well.

At our little hut on the hill we are lucky, or cursed, as we
can hear the bugle calls from the Arsenal when the wind is
blowing just so. We like to be outside towards end of day to
hear “tattoo” and “taps”.

It’s an eerie experience with the bugle call carrying the
sound about a mile and half through the trees and up the hill
to send chills down our backs and remind us that freedom isn’t
free. I can almost imagine those buried in the National
Cemetery there standing in ghostly silhouette as they salute.

During your day please take a moment to remember those who
gave their all.


Nature called

May 26, 2017

After the groceries were stowed away I stepped outside to see
what nature had to say today. The rose pictured above called to
me and while I was focusing in on it a little critter decided
to photobomb it. The little beady eyed bugger made me smile and
wish I would have zoomed in on him.

The persistent spider is back again with a vengeance and has
erected an even bigger web. Sometimes, when the light is just
right, parts of it look like a prism with the reflected colors.
Looks like the spider is ready for the long weekend and already
snared something for the holiday meal.

This sorry looking rabbit was grazing on the neighbors lawn so
I was careful not to scare it away as it looked like the rabbit
needed a good meal. We’ll have to keep an eye on this one.

The weather turned nicer and is on the warm up so everybody is
hoping it stays that way. There may be a flood coming but us
folks on the hill aren’t bothered much by that as the weather
is just too nice. Even the squirrels are praying the weather
holds up.

Here on the east coast of Iowa, and elsewhere, nature talks to
those who look and listen. It doesn’t take as much time as you
think. Please take a moment on Memorial Day, Monday, to
remember those who gave all to keep us free.

Enjoy our Friday as many of us will get a 3 day weekend this
go around. Now I hear nature calling so I’m putting the cell
phone on the table and going back out.
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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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Just some facts

February 13, 2017

roses

Happy Valentine’s Day! We know it’s tomorrow but celebrated
early as the wife has today off. Yesterday Ronnie stopped by
with goodie bags for the occassion and we wish to thank her
again. That said we’ll add some little known, and worthless
facts, about the day.

Did you know Bing Crosby had an album titled “St. Valentine’s
Day” released in 1946? The album reached number 8 on the
Billboard list of best selling albums in February 1949.

History buffs may remember the Valentine’s Day of 1929. At
10:30 am seven men were murdered in a garage at 2122 North
Clark Street in Chicago in what has been known ever since as
the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.

The first valentine was also surrounded by violence. Saint
Valentine of Rome was imprisoned because he performed weddings
for soldiers who were forbidden by law to marry and for
minitering to Christians. As legend goes St. Valentine healed
the daughter of his jailer and before his execution wrote her
a letter and signed it “Your Valentine”.

In 18th century England the practice of lovers giving cards,
candy, and flowers became common. In Europe St. Valentine’s
Keys were given to lovers as an invitation to unlock the
giver’s heart.

Yet St. Valentine is not the patron saint of love, Saint
Anthony is. So if you want to give your sweetie a card on
St. Anthony Day, that would be June 13. And now I hear the
call of the lonely bacon cheeseburger pizza aksing for help.
Enjoy the rest of your Monday.
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