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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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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Humbled

March 20, 2017

I was having an oldfart moment complete with cussing, ranting,
and speaking in tongue. Way worse than when a couple kids tried
to steal our statue of the Vigin Mary. I had gone into another
room to open the open the windows only to discover one of the
cats had thrown up on my shop vac. Running water and toothbrush
took care of the problem, yet I was wondering why me?

Then I read a post on Echo Of Hope and one families problems.
Mine seem tiny after the read and I felt like an idiot. The
story is “What’s Up with Ari” and is about a 4 year boy at
Boston Children’s Hospital who was having serious heart
problems.

Ari needed operations all this week while going through
rejection treatment. As this was going on the family found out
a portion of their house will have to torn down, or even the
whole house. Anyone who lives in an older house knows these
things can happen.

After rejecting the idea of a gofundme page for some time the
parents had to admit they needed help. After all, they’re still
paying the mortage on the house that has to be torn down AND
come up with a way to build a new one with a child in the
hospital. We wish them well.

I told God I had seen the light but he must have thought I was
fibbing because the very next thing I see is about a 10 year
girl who talked to angels and knew she would die young. She
died at a rodeo when her horse got spooked and fell on her. If
you haven’t heard about Piper Faust, just follow the link.

If you thought you were having a bad day, this may change
your mind. Enjoy our Monday as it’s that much closer to the
weekend.
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Strange sights

March 19, 2017

Sunday is winding down and before we know it Monday will be
here again. It could be worse. While out taking pictures I ran
across a cardinal who was having a bad hair day.

He was watching the other birds getting in line for the bird
feeder and I couldn’t tell if the wind was causing his problems
or if he was just that mad.

The mate of the cardinal didn’t look too happy, but the
smaller birds had a secret weapon. They posted a lookout in the
gutter to let them know when bigger birds were coming.

It’s not raining daffodils yet, but they are coming up. One
bud looked like something out of a 60s science fiction movie.
Almost likes it belongs on an alien spaceship from someplace
far away.

And the strange stuff just came coming today. I saw a bird
that looked like it couldn’t have a brain because of the shape
of the head. After uploading the picture, it didn’t look any
better to my untrained eyes.

So we’ll just say good night and hope you have a great Sunday
night. It’s all we have left of the weekend. Now I worked up an
appetite and know where a pizza if waiting to meet me for
dinner.
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May your…

March 16, 2017

Just as the sun had set I realized today’s post wasn’t going to
do itself. It had been one of those where everything that had
happened was written about it Murphy’s book of laws. Yet there
were some good moments too. And if you didn’t know it, tomorrow
is St. Patrick’s Day.

In the spirit of day, here are a couple toasts.

May the winds of fortune sail you,
May you sail a gentle sea.
May it always be the other guy
who says “this drink’s on me.”

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May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
My the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road…
And may all your friends remember
all the favors you are owed!

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And just because I can’t count-

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
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Thoughts on the weather

March 14, 2017

For a change it was fun watching the local morning news today
as they stumbled over commenting how everyone was surprised
that the weather forecast was so far off. The talking heads
that give their opinion said the snow is done during last
nights broadcast and I woke up to an additional inch of fluffy
white love from above covering everything that had been swept,
shoveled, or had melted yesterday.

A person can listen to news broadcast of the day locally but
as sure as God made little green apples the weather is going to
do whatever it wants. Evidently the people who do these
programs forget the weather doesn’t watch their channel.

Warnings were given about possible black ice later when the
sun goes down and the temperatures drop back to single digits.
At first I think, “how dumb do they think we are?’ Then I
remember the amusing times watching people trying to get their
cars up the hill out front. For a reason I could never figure
out some of these drivers seem to think flooring the gas pedal
will get them up the hill.

When I went over to Dads this morning a broom was thrown in
the trunk so I could sweep his sidewalks, porches, and the
driveway. When finished I went in for chat and we talked about
2 cylinder John Deere tractors. Of course he had to throw in
that they used have to walk six miles, uphill, through snow
drifts taller than they were to get to school.

So all in all, it has been a great day here on the east coast
of Iowa. Our thoughts are with those in the northeast who may
get hit with a couple feet of snow and high winds. Enjoy the
rest of our Tuesday.
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Odds and ends

March 13, 2017

Well we got 7 inches of white fluffy love from above here on
the east coast of Iowa and I don’t think the birds enjoy it as
much as I do. Didn’t even bother firing up the snowblower
either. This was a strange snow as grassy areas got the full 7
inches while roads and sidewalks ended up with about 3.

Since I live in Iowa again this question doesn’t pop up much
but it sure did in my traveling days. It never failed when I
was out of state and somebody asked me where I was from they’d
immediately ask if I knew their friend who used to live here. I
don’t even know everybody in town let alone in the state.

And I was having a great Sunday until the wife reminded me it
was Monday. No, a smart phone wouldn’t help. I’ll keep my flip
phone. Life just seems simpler that way.

Watching the local news one of the stars of the program was
talking about how great ethanol is and why it’s good for us
too. Of course our state is for it, we grow corn! I just
couldn’t believe they got away with broadcasting that many bold
face lies.

Yesterday this flock of geese appeared to be following the
jetliner west. It had me wondering if they didn’t know where
they were going or just thought it was mama. Wish the picture
was better but I couldn’t zoom in closer and keep both in the
shot.

Finally, the wife and I have been having a discussion over who
snores. She claims I do yet when I wake her up so she can get
ready for work the windows are rattling. I can now say the
answer is at hand and should be in mailbox shortly. See below
for my solution to the problem.

Enjoy your Monday or whatever day you think it is. Since I had
beer batter cod and french fries for lunch, supper will involve
a toasted pizza with all the toppings I can fit on top.
Comments are always welcome.