Almost back to normal

May 15, 2017

Plans made are looking good and I may even finish the chores
early. Saw Dad again this morning while he was resting to get
ready for therapy and he was in good spirits. Then we came home
and I got the mowing done.

Here on the east coast of Iowa we are experiencing a car theft
epidemic. Earlier this month the total was around 250 for the
year. People are leaving their cars running while they pop into
the convenience store and the thief jumps in and takes the car.

In other cases cars were stolen from driveways. These cars
were unlocked with the keys in the car. Police feel the
culprits are juveniles doing it for kicks. And there have been
some thefts of things left in the cars.

We haven’t heard of a problem in our neighborhood with car
thefts, but our neighbor did catch some kids breaking into his
garage. Lucky for them he was in a good mood.

Ror those going to Genesis West and use the Lombard
Street parking lots, the entrance near Marquette Street is
closed due to a water main break. The entrance off Washington
Street is open on Lombard.

I guess I can always add knock down the spider web in the
picture above if I get too far ahead on chores, but I like how
the picture turned out and may want another. We’ll see.

Enjoy our Monday as after today, it only seems like there are
four days in our work week tomorrow morning. I need to hydrate
myself after the mowing and I believe a Snicker’s ice cream bar
is just the way to do it.
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Getting ready

May 14, 2017

We’re gearing up for a busy week. The wife goes back to work,
Dad may get out of the hospital Friday, I’ve still got half the
lawn to mow, and I picked up a small chore while we had lunch
with the wife’s Mom.

I hope we can accomplish everything on the list by weeks end.
If not, that’s what next week is for. I am also going to make
the long awaited doctors appointment. Seems like I just went
three years ago and I’m getting pestered to go again.

It’s ironic that when I go the doctor, he orders tests and
has me come back when the test results are in. Every time this
has happened he says the results look good, just keep doing
what you’re doing.

He knows I’m still smoking, eat like a teenager, don’t get
enough sleep, and don’t much care to drink proper fluids. Why
can’t I just keep doing what I’m doing, pat myself on the back
every couple of years, and save the cost of the doctors visits?
I’d probably have enough saved for an ocean cruise in about
thirty years.

Of course I’d be 96. But I’d be a healthy 96 and probably only
look 102. Before all that an appointment will be made and kept.
I’ll give Doc one more shot.

Enjoy our Sunday, the work week is only a dream away. We’ll be
ready. And Happy Mother’s Day to all!
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Sometimes I wonder

May 11, 2017

We stopped over to visit Dad while nurses, doctors, and others
came in to do what they do. It seems a mystery to hospital
staff why Dad hasn’t regained the use of his right arm yet. Tests
and scans have been done and studied that tell them what is not
the problem.

And I thought of an incident years ago in a country doctors
office that was in a town of about 100 people. My brother and
I were playing in the hayloft and I ended up with a pitchfork
all the way through my foot. He ran and got Dad while I held
the pitchfork and waited.

Dad climbed up to the loft, carried me to the car and then
into the doctors office with the pitchfork stuck. The first
thing the doctor said was “that doesn’t belong there”. Then
he felt around my foot, asked if any of the prodding hurt, and
handed me a thick leather strop.

The strop went between my teeth, the doctor pulled the
pitchfork out, cleaned the wound good, bandaged me up, and
told me stay off it for about a month. Today I wonder. Would
the doctor have to notify the police for possible abuse?
Surely a CAT scan and ultrasound or some such tests would be
ordered.

A surgeon would remove the implement before another doctor
would treat the wound, then surely an orthopedic specialist
called. I know it’s called progress but many a day I think
there was nothing wrong with that leather strop.

So enjoy our Thursday and if you’re looking for something to
celebrate, Minnesota became a state on this date in 1858. Now
I end this to seek a few tacos for nourishment.
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The end of our world

April 27, 2017

According to our local newspaper and group of our citizens
the world is in danger of ceasing to exist because one of our
Aldermen called homeless people “bums”. It does not seem that
long ago that the terms bum or tramp was common but in our
politically correct society today they must be referred to as
homeless people or displaced people. It makes one wonder what
happened to freedom of speech.

Then suddenly the city told the kitchen they had to close due
to a zoning violation after which the church hired an attorney
the city loves to hate to defend their religious right to feed
the homeless. We saw no mention of anyone investigating if the
city closed the establishment because of a vendetta or if an
actual human error occurred.

The paper even went so far as to say the Alderman said such
terrible things while wearing a shirt from a local Catholic
University but didn’t mention the University and the Alderman
share the same name. For all the good this city council member
has done it now looks like he may be remembered as the one who
called the homeless “bums”.

Although we don’t live in his ward, my Dad does. And when a
problem arose one contact with this Alderman resolved the
problem. Once again someone has become the spawn of Satan for
uttering a few simple words. There are much worse problems in
our city, state, country, and the world that should be talked
about. It’s almost like the people want the circus back in our
city government.

Time to get the camera out and find some wildlife. That makes
sense to me. Enjoy our Thursday, our rainy weekend will be
here before we know it.
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Alrighty then

April 26, 2017

Due to some recent events I’ve been pondering a few things so
when I went outside and witnessed the question mark in the sky.
It brought a smile, but I’m going to vent a little anyway.

None of my questions have been answered yet, and perhaps
never will be, but it makes one wonder. There are people among
who don’t care for other people, emit a perceived pleasant
personality in our presence, and feel the need to bad mouth us
behind our backs like we are a demon from the deepest depths
of Hades.

I’ve been trying to decide if said plastic people do this to
us as a means to shame us into changing or enrage us to a feud.
While I’m sorry my impulsive, seemingly chaotic lifestyle bothers
you so much, after 66 years of surviving by my rules and not
yours, things won’t change.

You must believe things are perfect in your little portion of
the world while mine is not. So I have a news flash for you.
I will keep on keeping on so give it your best shot. Those who
really know me will inwardly giggle at said accusations and
those that don’t might believe them.

This is exactly why I don’t care for most social functions.
Those I prefer to associate with aren’t afraid to a address an
issue to my face instead of spreading it through the grapevine.
If you need more fodder you could also tell everyone I beat
the puppy I don’t have and argued with a priest once.

Posting will go back to as normal as it gets here tomorrow. We
hope you enjoy or Wednesday, and don’t worry. They’ll be another
one next week.
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How not to die

April 25, 2017

There has been a little drama around the place lately so when
the chores were done it was time for reading. When I came upon
the Old Farmer’s Almanac newsletter, I hit paydirt. Their post
is called “100 Ways To Avoid Dying”.

The claim is the list was compiled by students of folklore
and anthropology based on beliefs from all over the U.S. of A.
Some of these make no sense to us while others do and we’ll
share a few here.

For instance, we couldn’t figure out how placing a broom on a
bed could be fatal or how you would live longer if you kept
your cats off the piano keys. That one’s easy for us as we
don’t have a piano.

Another one that made no sense to us is never carry a peacock
feather into a house. Do others keep their jealous peacocks in
the house?

We wondered what part of the country number 30 came from
which says never wear another’s new clothes before they have
worn them. Although I would imagine breaking into someone
elses house and trying on their clothes might get you shot.

39 states- be sure that someone else cooks your birthday
dinner.

42 says don’t sing in bed, but one could see where that act
may enrage an insomniac.

50 I do every year. It says absolutely no haircuts in March.
That could be how I made it to 66.

52 left the wife and I scratching our heads. It states- don’t
let two people comb your hair at once.

81- never sell a dog.

But our favorite is number 100- Whatever you do, don’t let a
lizard count your teeth. I don’t think that will be a problem.
If you wish to see the entire list, use the link above. Enjoy
our Tuesday, before we know it Wednesday will be here.
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Stranger than fiction

April 21, 2017

I ran across a couple stories lately that had me shaking my
head. One was local and the other, regional. So let’s put my
thoughts out there and see what happens.

One of our Aldermen caused an uproar of sorts when he was
quoted saying the following “the homeless are bad for business”.
Or something close. Our local newspaper was outraged.

How could he say such a thing? How can he not feel sympathy
towards the downtrodden? Or words to that effect. Well, it
wasn’t that long ago we called them bums. Back when the
greatest generation was our age they didn’t mince words.

And whatever happened to freedom of speech? Today, just
because he says something others don’t like he gets put on the
10 most wanted list? I’d be willing to bet the writers from the
newspaper live nowhere near the area mentioned and wouldn’t
want the homeless congregating in their neighborhood either.

The other item concerns higher education in Wisconsin. At some
colleges they installed tampon dispensers in the mens bathrooms
in an effort to give equal treatment to all.

That got me so flustered I couldn’t talk, the wife laughing
so hard at my dilemma, it was crazy. This brought on a
discussion I never thought I’d have.

So I started with “there isn’t a man alive who needs tampons”.

The wife stated that a transgender man, who used to be a
woman, but hasn’t had the final operation would. Lord love a
duck.

So I countered “there isn’t a man alive who needs a tampon”.
During war time I supposed said sanitary items could be used
to stop heavy bleeding but I don’t believe Wisconsin has a war
on its college campuses.

I must be getting old. The more I follow the news the less I
understand. Enjoy our Friday, the weekend is upon us. Now I’m
making a thick salami sandwich to ease my suffering.
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