Almost forgot

January 18, 2019

Been so busy today I almost forgot to remember to do a post.
After running errands and getting some more snow shoveled it was
time to get this edition out. Then I saw this squirrel dig a hole
to extract the cracked corn I’d put on the ground before the
last snow.

So I had to grab the camera and get a few pictures of this
industrious critter working for his lunch. He seemed happy once
he uncovered the snow covered meal. So I came on the porch and
thought this post would be out in no time. And it almost
happened that way.

I noticed the icicles melting and what appeared to be small
red dots in the icicles. After taking a couple pictures and
uploading them on the computer I realized the red dots were not
some sort of weird run off from the roof but the tail lights of
the wife’s car! You may have to enlarge the picture, but they
are there.

Now the chores are done, the distractions are still outside, and
this post is almost done. I think it was worth it. Enjoy our
Friday as here on the east coast of Iowa we’re getting ready for
another round of white fluffy love from above. Now for some more
coffee and leftover pizza.
Comments are always welcome.

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Merry Christmas

December 24, 2018

Watched a little of the sunset last night and even with the
trees in the way found it amazing yet a bit chilly to behold.
The sun is at its southernmost point now, hence the trees.

Last night we went to a steak house for supper and learned a
few things. Their cheeseburgers have a half-pound of meat on
them and even with lettuce, tomato, and an onion slice come in
at 1,010 calories! Good thing I’m skinny.

The staff did a line dance in the middle of the aisle and when
that happened the noise level was off the charts. Our youngest
and family will be heading back to Oklahoma about now as they
couldn’t stay longer.

At least we had some time together around Christmas for the
first time in 6 years and everyone had a good time. We even had
a visit with my oldest and his lovely wife, my Dad, the wifes’
Mom and my sole surviving brother and his wife.

We wish everyone a very Merry Christmas on this Christmas Eve.
May you feel as blessed as we do.
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Sailors’ night before

December 20, 2018

Twas the night before Christmas, the ship was out steaming,
Sailors stood watch while others were dreaming.
They lived in a crowd with racks tight and small,
In a 80-man berthing, cramped one and all.

I had come down the stack with presents to give,
And to see inside just who might perhaps live.
I looked all about, a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stockings were hung, shined boots close at hand,
On the bulkhead hung pictures of a far distant land.
They had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought came into my mind.

For this place was different, so dark and so dreary,
I had found the house of a Sailor, once I saw clearly.
A Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in a rack and dreaming of home.

The face was so gentle, the room squared away,
This was the United States Sailor today.
This was the hero I saw on TV,
Defending our country so we could be free.

I realized the families that I would visit this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors lay willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom each day of the year,
Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Sailor awakened and I heard a calm voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice.”

“Defending the seas all days of the year,
So others may live and be free with no fear.”
I thought for a moment, what a difficult road,
To live a life guided by honor and code.

After all it’s Christmas Eve and the ship’s underway!
But freedom isn’t free and it’s sailors who pay.
The Sailor say’s to our country “be free and sleep tight,
No harm will come, not on my watch and not on this night.

The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent, so still,
I watched as the Sailor shivered from the night’s cold chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
The Sailor rolled over and with a voice strong and sure,
Commanded, “Carry on Santa, It’s Christmas, and All is Secure!”


We’re feeling the love

November 25, 2018

The predictions are in and it is raining at the moment. At some
point today a good portion of Iowa will get between 2 and 12+
inches of white fluffy love from above while here locally we’re
supposed to be on the receiving end of 40-50 mph winds to boot.

This won’t be a record breaker by any stretch of the
imagination, but it could get interesting. We’re told travelers
headed home from a Thanksgiving meal could get caught up in this
storm while driving I-80. We hope they have experience driving
under these conditions.

And our little portion of Iowa is supposed to get the 8-12+
inches of snow and the high wind gusts. Originally I had planned
to take it easy today and move just often enough that no one
called the coroner. Guess I be busier than planned.

The snow blower is ready as are the shovels and there are
enough pizzas in the freezer to last until Friday. Winter gear
has been checked, glove liners added to the pile, and I have
enough Snicker’s to last until Friday. As for coffee, we have
enough to last until Spring gets here.

Hang in there and we’re all get through this. Remember, with a
snow like this don’t park on a posted snow route or your ride
might get towed. Enjoy our Sunday as we here in Iowa get ready
to shovel. Now I need coffee and bacon.
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Almost over

October 24, 2018

Yesterday was a busy day and today looks just as hectic yet the
funeral later today will be the end of this page in our book of
life. We got to the funeral home for visitation and stayed for
what seemed like days but was actually about 4 hours.

I was asked “do you remember me?” more times yesterday than I
have in years. I remembered them about half the time and with
the rest we’d laugh as I hadn’t seen some of them since we were
kids. But we’d start talking about all the things we did in our
youth and I realized we had a great childhood.

Many mentioned we hadn’t seen each other since Mom’s funeral
while others would take a stroll down memory lane and everything
clicked. After visitation we went to the 11th Street Precinct
for pizza and refreshments. And that had others glaring at our
table as tales were told and the laughter resonated off the
walls. We got loud.

I cut myself off after 2 cups of coffee as I had to drive home
while others kept going with drink of choice. Today, in about an
hour, we head two block away to a church for the burial services,
on to the cemetery, and then to a little feast set up at the
church after.

We think John got a great send-off with no drama as sometimes
happens. I may be a little scarce online today as it looks to
be busy but will check in when things settle down.

The family would like to thank everyone for their support and
kind words. Enjoy our Wednesday as we will and if you get a
chance check out the full moon tonight. It was sure showing off
last night here on the east coast of Iowa.
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Of cloudy days

October 19, 2018

It can’t be sunny all the time and sometimes a little rain must
fall. Last night the family was at the hospital as my brother
recieved last rights, he was taken off life support, and he
breathed his last.

I remembered the good times as he slipped away and will miss
him more than he would know. Now, it’s all over but the crying
and I have to believe he’s in a better place. Goodbye John.

This is short but my mind is elsewhere. We’ll get back to a
semblance of normality tomorrow. Or at least as close as we’re
able.

Enjoy our Friday.
Comments are always welcome.


Just another day…

August 16, 2018

Here on our part of the east coast of Iowa we just got some
rain and the foxtails cried. Well, they didn’t actually cry but
the drop of water at the bottom made it look like they did. We
are in a drought area so any rain is appreciated about now.

Even this feral cat looked sad, and dusty. Not sure what he was
rolling around in but he wasn’t his usual sharp dressed self.
The feral cats came out in bunches yesterday which made me think
they must have been looking for food before the rains came.

This little guy was sitting on the edge of the alley waiting
for the bigger cats to finish eating so he could get his turn
and looked clean as a whistle while doing it. Being feral cats
they don’t let us get too close, except for mama cat. She stays
so close I can’t get a picture.

Even the birds came out to play before the rain and this bunch
seemed to be having a good time landing then taking off from a
nearby oak tree. They got acrobatic at times which made it fun
to watch.

Later we’re told some storms will pass through that hopefully
help bring some moisture back to lawns and trees. The grass is
still green but it almost crunches when you walk on it like
after a frost in the winter.

There were more critters but I figured that spider pictures
shouldn’t be posted too often and possums just look too strange
in others. So enjoy our Thursday as Friday is only a dream away.
Now for some coffee and leftover pizza to keep my
strength up.
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