Busy times

April 18, 2017

Since the running is done, time for a post. We stopped by to
visit with Dad and had a nice talk before heading to get some
odds and ends done. The wife wanted to send a package while I
needed some things myself.

After spending what seemed like an hour to get the package on
its way we went to the farm supply store to check some things
off my list. It’s scary how I know my way around the new store
already, but in no time we had bird feed, furnace filters, and
a rake handle.

I went back outside after we got home and spotted what I
assumed was a dead butterfly. It looked pretty tore up and
wasn’t moving so I snapped a picture and bent down to pick it
up. That’s when it took off like it was on fire.

Never did figure out what happened to the little critter, but
it could still fly. That reminded of few days ago when I saw a
yellow bird and got a picture of it.

Still don’t know what kind of bird it is, but thought it neat.
Must be my month to keep guessing. We may get rain tonight and
tomorrow so we’ll take in the perfect day until it does. Enjoy
our Tuesday. It will only seem like a week until the weekend
gets here.
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Of rainy days

March 29, 2017

When I got up this morning we decided to take a little cruise.
Well, the wife did anyway. So we cruised about 100 miles north
to a little river town, cruised around the town, and came back.

The sky was filled with clouds that promised rain and
delivered on that promise about 30 miles north of home on the
return trip. It has been one of those days you know it’s
daytime but can’t see the sun.

It wasn’t as dark as night yet put a damper on any happy
thoughts. And it looks like it’s going to rain through tomorrow
night. But the birds and critters were still out an we spied a
couple eagles looking for prey and all kinds of critters.

We didn’t stop to eat because they replaced our favorite
restaurant, which served breakfast 24/7, with a Chick Filet.
I have nothing against chicken, it just isn’t our preferred
dining experience while cruising for the day. I prefer
breakfast or the biggest burger allowed by law. The wife does
not share my enthusiasm for such fare.

So for the next few days if you live on the east coast of Iowa
and wish to go outside, you will get wet. That’s not a problem
as I have the gear. I just don’t want my camera getting wet.
As we’ve said before, enjoy our Wednesday as it is the last
one we’ll get this month.

Don’t forget Saturday is April Fool’s Day. It never fails that
somebody has to try to put one over on us. Now I must go forage
for some tasty morsel to keep my strength up.
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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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Of strange dreams

February 20, 2017

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I have to stop eating spicy foods before going to bed. I had a
dozen tacos, brushed my teeth, laid down and quickly drifted
off to dreamland. While the dreams are not rare this one was
a doozy.

In the dream the wife and I were in Idaho visiting our
youngest and his wife. We were at some fancy roaring 20s looking
hotel amidst several people dressed in period correct garb.
What didn’t fit was that the lobby had a hot tub smack dab in
the middle with nude people using it and getting their pictures
taken.

Then for some odd reason our son and myself went to find a
bathroom. Well, that’s where it got strange. For some reason
we ended up in the 2nd basement and after I lost sight of him
I turned a corner and ended up outside a church in northeast
Iowa. So, not knowing exactly where I was or how I got there,
I walked around until I found a bus depot.

There I purchased a ticket home thinking a call to Idaho once
I returned home would clear things up. And no, I don’t know
why I just didn’t use the phone in the bus depot. Around 3
hours later I was downtown in our hometown. So after a walk
up the hill I arrived home to find I didn’t have my house keys
on me.

I broke out a window to get in and replaced the broken one
with a good one just in time to hear Police cars screeching
to halt with sirens blaring. That was when I found out I had
no billfold and it must have went somewhere with the keys.

On the bright side, I did get to talk to the wife and our
son, from jail. Of course using my phone call to contact them
meant I stayed in jail until the hearing. And when it was over
we all laughed, except the wife. She wanted to know how I got
back to Iowa so fast.

Tonight, it’s midnight pizza. Those tacos were trying to tell
me something and I’m not pushing my luck. Enjoy our Monday,
it’s the first one of the work week.
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What a day

February 15, 2017

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Another great sunset here on the east coast of Iowa. It
looked as if a cow kicked over the lantern and set the town
afire. A perfect ending to the day.

After a breakfast of biscuits and gravy with my mother in law
we came home to discover a squirrel was trying his darnedest
to get inside our bird feeder. Not a problem, I just ran to
the local farm supply store and bought a pole to hang the
feeder on. Problem solved.

Then I got online and discovered that someone had tried to
change my WordPress password. I guess they’ll find out that
didn’t go well for them soon. Nice try. And I even learned
something today.

I should not go to the farm supply store unattended. Going in
just for the pole to hold the bird feeder where the squirrels
couldn’t get to it I came home with a trunk full of stuff
including, but not limited to the pole, an aerator for the
sink, a furnace filter, and several pounds of bird seed.

That was a valuable lesson, don’t go shopping on a full
stomach. I will not make that mistake again. At least I didn’t
come home with baby chicks. And now I’m winding down until I
get the wife up so she can go to work. Then I’ll once again
go in search of a pizza.

We’re going to have a little warm up here and hope you have
enjoyed our Wednesday. We only get one this week also. We’ll
be sure to let you know what week we get two.
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Great days

February 14, 2017

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I reflected on our Valentine’s Day and decided it was just
about perfect as the sky turned purple when the sun dipped
below the horizon.

Time spent with the wife, a nice visit with Dad, and I even
got a few lucky shots with the camera. Some days go better
than others.

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We had a hawk sitting in an old oak tree who must have been
waiting for lunch. He was busy looking all over our little
part of the east coast of Iowa before taking flight to pick up
his carry out.

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Never saw where he ended up but he seemed in a hurry to get
there. I hope it wasn’t somebody’s’ pet as he was a big one.
Guess I didn’t realize hawks got that big.

I took the wife out to lunch yesterday for Valentine’s Day,
we had breakfast together today, and we’ll take her mother out
tomorrow for breakfast on her birthday. I guess it looks like
the whole week is going to go great.

So enjoy our Tuesday for tomorrow is hump day and one step
closer to the weekend. Now I think I’ll make some peppermint
tea while searching for a missing pizza that needs a friend.
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