I recently published my 1, 500th post on the this blog. To celebrate I put together a little presentation.
If I might engage in a little second-guessing of Jim Leyland…
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
I had a baseball game on the television while Lore was studying.
I visited the West Branch Municipal Cemetery, where President Hoover’s parents and other relatives are buried.
My crusty retired neighbor caught me on the way home. “I assume you are not working,” he said.
I’m beginning my third day of furlough as the federal government is shut down.
The Yankees didn’t make into the playoffs this year. They have become victims of their own successes.
I usually think of September as daddy longlegs season. This year it’s also praying mantis season, but especially it’s grasshopper season.
Helpfully, a leaf lay on the sidewalk for scale near the praying mantis I found.
My fortune cookie was empty tonight.
Whenever I walk through a neighborhood with a lot of barking dogs I think, “Somebody should do something about all those kids stuck in wells.”
Pope Francis must have only a few months to live or something.
Maybe I’ll file this under stuff white people like but we went to see Will Shortz at the Englert Theater this evening.
Dressed-up teams of Belgians pulled wagons in a judged show at the Iowa State Fair.
Teenagers show off their sheared sheep to a State Fair judge.
This lady walked around the Cultural Center at the State Fair in a balloon dress.
We have a new blender and we use it to make smoothies.
The Iowa State Fair chose a couple of my photos for display in the photography salon.
I found an exceptionally colorful patch of flowers on the prairie this week. The red flower, royal catchfly, is exciting because we don’t see it every year. The other flowers are yellow coneflowers, wild quinine (white), and wild bergamot (purple).