Hard to believe

December 14, 2017

Early Wednesday morning while watching local news we heard of
a house fire in Maysville, Iowa. As the morning got later the
reports got more specific and we learned a car had hit the
house and there was an explosion. It had been called in around
11 pm Tuesday.

The woman who was in the house when this happened got out ok
but the driver didn’t fare so well. It was then called a
fatality accident. And this morning we learned the car, which
was a total loss, was a 2013 Ferrari 458 Spider.

This happened on a two lane blacktop road that I know fairly
well so I mentioned to wife I’d bet speed was involved when we
saw the first broadcast. I was thinking a kid in a hot rod.
Turned out it was a 58 year old man in a Ferrari. Then in a
later update the reporter mentioned that authorities believe
speed could be a factor in the crash.

This Ferrari makes 570 horsepower, has a 7 speed transmission,
tops out around 200 mph, gets around 14 mpg, and a used one would
set you back around $250,000 today. Since these cars are made
to go fast one has to wonder if he hit a gas main that caused
the explosion.

Our condolences victims family and friends and the lady who
now has to have her house put back together. To learn more
about the event, go here.

Enjoy our Thursday as it looks to be a good one here. Now I
need to hunt down some more coffee.
Comments are always welcome.

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Busy day

December 13, 2017

Made it over to visit Dad and had a good time doing it. Seems
whenever I go over there are always a few things that need
sorted out. This time one was a plastic vent cover for the fan
over his stove and the other was his constant belief that one
of the circuit breakers in the box is tripped.

As with the last three time previous, when I got to the box
in the corner of his basement everything looked as it should.
I reset one breaker and thought that may help his obsession
with the issue.

Then we sat down and had a good long chat before I headed back
home. Since then the wind has been howling here on the east
coast of Iowa and I’ve been chasing debris that blows in on the
30 mph sustained winds that gust to around 50 mph. So even as
the temperatures are high 30s right now it feels cooler when
you’re out in it.

Later I discovered my pizza stash wasn’t as big as I thought
so I’ll have to go one day without pizza this week before we
restock it on Friday. It got me thinking though. Instead of a
bacon cheeseburger pizza with extra cheese perhaps I could
make a bacon cheeseburger with double the bacon and cheese.

Now, after this short update, I’m going back out to pick up
the plastic bags, fast food refuse, and other light junk that
have blown into our yard. Enjoy our Wednesday and dress for the
weather wherever you are.
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Awake in a dream

December 8, 2017

After watching the sunset set fire to the sky I remembered
that I forget to get something written here. For some reason
my brain has been laser focused on trying to decipher a dream
I’ve had for the last 3 nights.

The wife and I are still married in the dream and things start
out normal until we realize said dream is set in the 1940s. We
live in a house I’ve never seen and our daily driver is a
1941 Chevy. Not much strange there as old cars have been a part
of life for 50 years.

The strange part comes when Mom pulls up in 1936 LaSalle
convertible. To my knowledge my folks never owned a convertible
or a LaSalle. When Mom gets out of the car I notice her
familiar blonde hair is different. Halfway down the length of
her hair it is black. She’s been gone for 7 years now yet never
had black hair either.

Right about then I wake up and wonder what’s going on. It may
have no meaning at all much like the cardinals I’ve been
seeing more of lately but still I wonder. It was almost like
at some point she’d dyed her hair black and let it grow out
so the top half would be blonde.

And now I have to start the chores I should have gotten done
during the day. At least the critters got fed. Which reminds
me, I haven’t eaten anything yet today and we restocked the
frozen pizza section of our freezer.

Enjoy our Friday. Here on the east coast of Iowa we have a
dusting of snow in the forecast for tonight,
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Just some thoughts

December 7, 2017

Today is Remember Pearl Harbor Day. We must never forget.
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Since most of the chores are done it’s time to sit down and
put pencil to paper so to speak. Now that the feral cats, wild
birds, squirrels and other critters are fed; Dads broken fence
is removed awaiting a new section of fence to replace and
another chat with him over, I have the time.

The cardinals were out today along with most of the feral cats
which was interesting to watch. When I came back in the score
was birds 1, cats 0. The birds were more interested in having
lunch than being lunch.

When I left this morning the wind chills were in the single
digits which made me glad it didn’t take long to dismantle the
fence. After I got inside Dads house he was looking out his
front door for the morning paper so I volunteered to go and see
if I could find it.

It was way off to one side almost hidden in the bushes. They
can’t even put the paper on the porch for a 92 year old man?
And no, it is not an enclosed porch.

Our city leaders seem bound and determined to mess up our
riverfront park and add some private/public partnerships in
the mix. If I remember correctly these would be restaurants.
All in effort to make our city on the east coast of Iowa a
destination.

We who live here know how that works. Our skybridge to
nowhere was going to make us a destination and we all see how
that turned out. We see nothing wrong with leaving it a park
complete with grass and trees minus the glitz.

Enjoy our Thursday as we won’t get another until next week.
Now I need some more coffee and a Snickers.
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No more for us

December 6, 2017

Imagine our surprise when the wife stopped to buy a Wednesday
edition of our local paper and was told it now cost $4! Last
week it was $1.50. We realize costs go up and some increases
in price is needed but decided the ads aren’t worth it
anymore.

Last Sunday I stopped to get a Sunday paper and was told it
was now $4. That wasn’t hard to take as it was $3 before the
increase. Both newspapers are thick, but when you extract the
advertisements it thins down to what the weekday paper used to
be.

First customer service went to hell in a handbasket and now
the price jump? No thanks. We will no longer be purchasing the
paper on Wednesday and Sunday either. It just isn’t worth the
effort and money.

Since shopping isn’t one of our hobbies we’ll just get the
same ads, for free, at the places we do shop. The paper used to
be handy for checking the obituaries before making plans, but I’m
at an age now that I don’t even check the expiration date on
perishibles.

I remember delivering this same paper when the daily was a
dime, the Sunday edition a quarter, and customer service
mattered. At the prices being charged today I don’t think we’ll
miss the paper, or attitude.

Enjoy our Wednesday as I know we will. Now I need more coffee
and a waffle.
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Some bird thoughts

December 5, 2017

A while back I mentioned that if you see a cardinal a loved
one in heaven is thinking about you and decided to take a
closer look this red bird and the myths, legends, and truths
about it. So here are a few things we dug up.

The cardinal was the first designated state bird when in 1926
it was named the state bird of Kentucky. Six other states later
adopted the cardinal as their state bird also.

There is a Cardinals pro football team, pro baseball team, and
college athletic teams. The bird is also the mascot of many
school teams.

The Cherokee believe the cardinal is the daughter of the sun.
Legend dictates if you see a cardinal flying upward, towards
the sun, you will have good luck. But if you see a cardinal
flying downward, toward earth, it is bad luck.

There are even cardinal signals and we’ll cite a few here.
One is its color, cardinal red. This color is symbol of
faith. So seeing a cardinal can be a signal
telling us to keep the faith during hard times.

The cardinal cycle of twelve signifies the cycles of life,
death, and renewal. Regardless of which of the 12 months you
spy a cardinal, it symbolizes the opportunity for restoration
and renewal.

The sound of the cardinal is symbolic of cheer, elevation,
clarity, and communication. Their call can cheer us up, lift
us from depression, and follow the hope in our heart.

Cardinal health is a symbol of strength, readiness, self-
preservation, and vitality. A cardinal sighting suggests our
current diet may not be healthy, we should be prepared to fight
for our health, and that the strength is there to win the
fight.

Now that we know all that I think I’ll stick with the old
standby that says seeing a cardinal means a loved one who died
is watching over us.

Enjoy our Tuesday, We got cold here on the east coast of Iowa,
but it is December. Now I need coffee and a pizza.
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Did you ever?

December 4, 2017

I stopped saying ‘I’ve seen everything now’ decades ago, but
when younger I uttered the phrase a lot. The last time I said
it a bunch of us were in my 62′ Impala Super Sport and
couldn’t wake up a drunk passed out leaning on a parking
meter downtown. I revved it up for a full 5 minutes and
never woke the drunk.

The engine was hopped up and it only had headers and shorty
header mufflers on it for exhaust and while trying to wake
said drunk caught the attention of the police 2 blocks away.
Today I witnessed another sight never before seen through
my eyes.

Did you ever see a cat climbing the hedges to try and catch a
bird? I thought for sure branches were going to break and it
wouldn’t end well for the cat. The striped feline didn’t get a
bird or break any branches but the bushes were dancing while
the cat went through the motions.

I didn’t have my camera as I was doing chores so I ran back
inside, got the camera, and got a picture. When the cat got
on the ground later he wasn’t bleeding and it surprised me.
These bushes have thick thorns about and inch and a half long.

Everything time I trim these bushes I end up looking like I
went 10 rounds with a pissed off fighting rooster. Yet the cat
came out of the ordeal without a scratch. Wonder if I could
train him to use a hedge trimmer?

Enjoy our Monday as we’re looking at cold snap in a day or
two here on the east coast of Iowa. Now I need more coffee and
perhaps a ham and cheese omelette.
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