Friday, July 27

Time flies

or is it time for flies? There sure are a bunch of them. Pesky little devils. Time also flies and once again I think the problem is basically my creeping old age. Honestly, every time I turn around another weekend is upon us.
My routine is this; arise at 6:00AM and get ready to walk on the trail with Virginia and it takes me the whole hour to get ready! Really a whole hour out of my day just to get ready to do something. And not something complicated but a simple walk on the bike trail. I return home about 8:00 and Butch is usually up and has the bed made and perhaps even has eaten his breakfast. I then eat my breakfast, turn on the computer and the next thing I know it is lunch time!
I did stop on my way into the house and water a few plants, Only the ones I could get to without stepping in the wet grass. So there are a few still out there needing a refreshing drink.

I do get a picture taken now and then and these are two of my last ones. A neighborhood cat likes to hang out around here and decided to try the tree.

Tuesday, July 24

Ready for Ragbrai

The whole town of Jefferson has been a beehive of activity all week. Some people just left town...on purpose! We live on a fairly direct road to the Fairgrounds and it has been a steady stream of RV's all morning. Virginia and I did get our walk in before the heavy traffic started. She is hosting some riders. We said 'yes' to a couple of askers but no one confirmed with us so we are cleaned up and ready but doubt we get too personally involved. I do plan to try for photos but being a very much anti-crowd person it may be a minimal sampling.
So stay tuned for more...
Leo sent me some pre Raigbrai pictures:
View from the northwest corner of the square.

 We all pee together!

The bandstand. They will start at 4:30 PM

My entire collection of RAGBRAI 2018 photos.
View north from our house. This is Catholic church property. All cleaned up by 7:00 am on Tuesday. Unbelievable organization!!!

Haitian food on the square.

Need a part for your bike?

Mexican food

Yes, your expensive bike is safe in Jefferson Iowa

Team Pump stayed on our Olive street lot.
This group was from Omaha.

The PVC pipe on the roof of the bus is their shower system. Solar and gravity powered!

The Presbyterian Church served Ham Balls-Cheesy potatoes-Green beans-Homemade rolls-Ice cream with strawberries. Yummy Stuff!!!
 Carla Haupert serves

Keri Brooker(r.) talks to a guest

Butch and I spotted Sharon and Dugan and Larry J. at the HyVee so stopped for a visit on our way home. A bike Taxi pulled up with a customer and I tried to get a photo.

Not very successful.

Monday, July 23

Easy Print Canvas

I have some of my favorite photo's put on canvas. I have been asked how and where I get this done and here is the answer. I did a comparison with a different company this morning but stuck with Easy Canvas. Here is the website: . It is an easy process and they have the best prices. Watch for sales with them.

This morning I was working with these two photos.

And here are pictures I took yesterday on my ride to Winkleman's Switch.
This Mama hangs out right at the edge of the tree line with her two babies.

A little hard to make out but the two fawns are together in this shot.

The light at the end of the tunnel

Juvenile Robin

Sunday, July 22

Colleen says: Who’s got the answer?

Who’s got the answer?

~a brief column by Colleen O’Brien
Is there a way for the world to come to and pay attention? It seems most of us need to be led and there are just enough among us who get off on leading. Mutual agreement would be a pleasant solution, but that’s difficult to establish even in small groups like families, book clubs, perhaps even polo clubs. If some always want to be in charge and others are always willing to be led, I guess the world is running the way it’s supposed to. There is a problem, however, with those who want to lead too much – the bossy babies of the world who grow up to be short-tempered grumpy guys who missed out on something somewhere along the line. At some point, they seem to have a need to get even by torturing everybody they come in contact with in one way or another.
I asked my husband once what it was that mothers were doing wrong in rearing their boys that so many grew up mean to women, children, foreigners, strangers, and cats; and he said, “Oh, it’s not the mothers. Most of you are teaching them manners and how to take out the garbage, but they’re all watching their fathers. If the fathers are jerks, the kid will usually wind up being a jerk.”
That was an answer I was willing to live with, let me off the hook as it did, but it remains a problem for the world. How do humans cease teaching a behavior that is learned by kids who grow up to be fathers who pass it on to their sons?
Is the human condition set in stone? Are we always going to be awful to one another? Are we behaving better now than a hundred years ago? Are some people born bad seeds?
When the robots take over will they be kind or will they have been programmed by grumpy guys so that the world will run the same but with a different ‘species’ directing traffic?
Some days, there are far too many questions wandering around upstairs. If you have an answer, please let me know. Or write the editor; she’ll read anything.