Robo calls

February 19, 2018

It’s been a gloomy day with rain showers off and on which means
not much got done outside. Since we were inside I noticed a jump
in telephone calls, most of which were automated trying to sell
us time shares, lower the interest rate on our credit cards, or
just offer us a deal too good to be true.

Some of these numbers are local and it’s hard to resist calling
the numbers back and chewing someone out. Yet I’d bet we
wouldn’t be the first and the people didn’t know their number
was being used in such a way until they got that first call.

We’re going back to just not answering the phone when numbers
we don’t recognize show up on the caller I.D. It someone moved
and wanted to give us their new number they can still leave a
message. If the call is indeed a spammer no messages are left to
listen to. That isn’t a perfect solution, but it works.

Remember the ‘do not call’ lists? We were on all them and
updated when things changed. Now the automated calls are even
going to my cell phone. Not answering that for unknown numbers
either.

One has to wonder why people keep sending out these calls but
here on the east coast of Iowa we’ve seen no let up. On the odd
occasion we do answer we hang up the instant the automated
message starts. Advances in technology are great until some
bent mind alters it for their own gain.

There probably won’t be a fix for this either in my lifetime.
Enjoy our Monday as it’s a great day to be alive. Now I need
more caffeine in my system.
Comments are always welcome.

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Finally Friday

February 16, 2018

First I’d like to wish my mother-in-law a very happy birthday.
Hope it was a good one. As for it being Friday, I only know
this because we went grocery shopping.

Since my brain fog lifted the recent school shooting came to
the forefront and some conclusions made. Again, we extend our
condolences to family and friends of the victims. Yet it now
seems the FBI had known about the shooter and didn’t pass said
information to the local branch.

And I decided to check on homicides in Chicago on another hunch
and found interesting, but not unexpected numbers. Since the
beginning of the year 271 people have been shot and 52 of those
died as a result. Yet not a peep out of the media or outraged
politicians shouting ‘no more’.

Of course Chicago has strictest gun control laws in our nation.
So with all these gun laws in effect one would think it would
be a much safer place. Or at least that it would have less gun
violence than a war zone.

So according to outraged politicians and media, gun control
works, but facts state that someone in Chicago is shot every 4
minutes and 6 seconds. Regardless of the strict gun control laws
in Chicago someone is shot and killed every 18 minutes and 6
seconds. Even a blind man can see that something isn’t right
here. And if he can see it so can the media and certain
politicians.

The figures used here are found on this site for those who
choose to believe these things don’t happen because they didn’t
read about it the newspaper or see it on TV.

Enjoy our Friday as I have been since the brain fog lifted.
Comments are always welcome.


The real tragedy

February 15, 2018

First we would like to give our condolences to the families and
friends of the victims of the recent school shootings in
Florida. Yet as happens when shootings like this occur somee go
out of their way to vent their outrage.

This would not be a problem if we had an unbiased media. Fact
checking has gone the way of common sense and proof positive
that certain ranters should not be allowed to play with sharp
objects.

Usually the first things we hear, after the number of victims,
is we need stricter gun control. It has been proven time and
time again that this approach doesn’t work. The main reason is
because it is run by government. And even though our lawmakers
take an oath to defend and uphold the Constitution that is
not always the case.

Of course these same people blame the 2nd Amendment as part of
the problem. The short answer is no. The Constitution states we,
as citizens, have the right to keep and bear arms. Yet we are at
a point in our history when one needs a permit to purchase AND
a permit to carry. And it’s all run by the government. Laws only
affect those who choose to obey them.

The needy, greedy, seedy in our society don’t follow the laws
anyway, the government doesn’t enforce the laws we have, yet
somehow after every shooting the blame and rage is directed at
legal gun owners.

News flash! This is not a gun problem. it is a mental health
issue. The vast majority who commit these shootings have mental
health problems and many are on medication for it, or have quit
taking them. And again, our government regulates this.

Here in Iowa mental health facilities have closed while help
is next to impossible to get. Isn’t it time to stop shipping the
bull and take a serious look at why these shootings happen and
quit blaming the gun?

Enjoy our Thursday as that means the start of the weekend is
just a dream away. Now I need more coffee and perhaps a pizza.
Comments are always welcome.


We know

February 5, 2018

This is late getting here and there was no post yesterday. It
all started with what we thought was a great idea and didn’t end
the way intended. You may not believe this, but it all started
with a pizza.

Our favorite pizza emporium was called Saturday for a large
taco pizza and things went according to plan until I arrived at
said emporium to pick up our pizza. Every pizza we’d ordered
before was on a circle of cardboard and a white paper bag was
tented over the top. Yet this time it was in a box!

Figuring it could be the practice of putting different pizzas
in different containers it was decided to wait until we got
home to pass judgement. Then came the second surprise. Every
pizza we’ve ordered before was cut into strips with a single
cut through the middle. This pizza was cut into wedges!

First the box, then cutting it different, we wondered what else
could possible go wrong. We ate ourselves almost to the point of
a pizza induced coma then napped a good portion of the rest of
the afternoon away. And when we awoke there was still half a
pizza left! I’ve got to go into training.

Then this morning, knowing we were going to get at least five
inches of white fluffy love from above by tonight, I decided to
run some errands. We were in dire need of bird feed, donut
holes, and cigarettes. I noticed that when such weather events
are forecast in advance that most people go to the store for
milk, bread, and toilet paper.

I don’t normally pay attention to what people buy yet noticed
this time as the store was packed and my cart seemed the only
one not to include these items. I didn’t ask the reason as all
were looking at my cart full of bird feed. Perhaps next time.

I’ll be busy shoveling in a bit, and again later, and again
even later. So enjoy our Monday as here on the east coast of
Iowa the falling snow and blanket of white on the ground makes
a peaceful scene.
Comments are always welcome.


Doesn’t make sense

February 1, 2018

In this age where kids getting their driving permits can’t
sign them because they don’t know cursive yet gadgets and phones
become obsolete monthly due to technology, one has to wonder
where our society is headed.

Back in the day if you were old enough to get a driving permit
and couldn’t sign it you were considered illiterate. Yet
somehow we have beds with USB ports and vehicles with more
cupholders than seats. And we’re told technology hasn’t dumbed
us down.

We have smart TVs, smart phones, and smart meters for utilites,
all of which can inform some huge entity when we’re home and
what we’re doing in our own home. Even our vehicles are
computerized to the point we shut off the engine by using the
start button.

Our younger generations are not dumb by any stretch of the
imagination and they are amuzed by us oldfarts who are
challenged by technology. But some of us were too busy learning
cursive, Latin, and algebra at their age along with getting our
chores done and going fishing.

Schools used to teach the three Rs. If you’re old enough you’ll
know what we mean and if you’re too young we oldfarts might
start talking in code. We’re not sure when we get to the point
that instead of changing for the sake of change we preserve
some of the sanity we used to have.

It makes this oldfart wonder if all the interest in self
driving cars is to ensure people who have no interest in learning
how to drive can do so anyway. Enjoy our Thursday because the
weekend is just a dream away.
Comments are always welcome.


Auction thoughts

January 19, 2018

After watching hours of the Scottsdale auction today I came to
the same conclusion as other years. Some people have more money
than sense. Being the start of the weekend most cars brought six
figure prices.

A good example of this is the 2019 Bullit Mustang that went for
$300,000 to a charity picked by Steve McQueens son. The first
car built, a good cause, and every penny went to the charity.

Some of us remember the Charger from the Fast and the Furious.
It was one of the cars built and had a small block chevy with a
single 4 barrel under the non-functioning blower. It brought in
$140,000. That was either for bragging rights or somebody
doesn’t work hard enough for their money.

In todays auction the restored cars kept up with the muscle
cars, resto-rods, and custom builds. That seemed like a good
thing to this humble observer. Tomorrow the gloves will come off
and the prices will escalate. It will be interesting to see a
vehicle hit $1 million.

If you get the Velocity channel you may want to tune in
starting at around 3 pm again tomorrow. Or, coverage goes until
until 3 am tonight also.

Enjoy the rest of our Friday as it’s the last one we get this
week. Now I need some more coffee.
Comments are always welcome.


Sunday sermon

January 7, 2018

The following isn’t really a sermon yet it does have a point.
We don’t know the author but felt we had to share it.

Shoes in Church

I showered and shaved……………. I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat……………. In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer………… As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me……. Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side……… I thought, ‘Why must our soles touch?’
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.. But it didn’t bother him much.
A prayer began: ‘Our Father’…………. I thought,
‘This man with the shoes, has no pride. They’re dusty, worn, and scratched.
Even worse, there are holes on the side!’

‘Thank You for blessings,’ the prayer went on.
The shoe man said…………….. A quiet ‘Amen.’
I tried to focus on the prayer……. But my thoughts were on his shoes again..
Aren’t we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?
‘Well, this certainly isn’t it,’ I thought, glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended………… And the songs of praise began .
The shoe man was certainly loud….. Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters…….. His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man’s voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering…….. And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached…. Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out………. What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft ‘clink’ as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me………. To tears, and that’s no lie.
It was the same for the shoe man… For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service…….. As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow……….. And wanted to meet the shoe man.
So after the closing prayer…….. I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark….. And his hair was truly a mess…..
But I thanked him for coming………. For being our guest…

He said, ‘My name’s Charlie………… I’m glad to meet you, my friend.’
There were tears in his eyes……… But he had a large, wide grin..
‘Let me explain,’ he said…………. Wiping tears from his eyes.
‘I’ve been coming here for months…… And you’re the first to say ‘Hi.”

‘I know that my appearance………..Is not like all the rest.
‘But I really do try………………..To always look my best.’
‘I always clean and polish my shoes…Before my very long walk.’
‘But by the time I get here……..They’re dirty and dusty, like chalk.’

My heart filled with pain………… And I swallowed to hide my tears.
As he continued to apologize………. For daring to sit so near
He said, ‘When I get here………… I know I must look a sight.’
‘But I thought if I could touch you….Then maybe our souls might unite.’

I was silent for a moment…………. Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison…. I spoke from my heart, not my head.
‘Oh, you’ve touched me,’ I said…….’And taught me, in part’
‘That the best of any man…………..Is what is found in his heart.’

The rest, I thought,…………… This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am…. That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

Live each day as your last, for we never know our time here on earth. Love and Peace My Friends and remember that it is not how we look on the outside but how we look within .