Page County Fair

67º here in Clarinda, IA at 11:15 am Saturday.  Raining - had 1/4" early this morning and probably that much or more since then. (Note - as I finish this post at 12 Noon - an additional 1/4" of rain and still light rain falling)

After working on this "Bean Bag Baseball"
board for only a year or so, have finally gotten
it done so can take with us next week to State
Center, IA to the Kenwood RV Summer Rally.

Tomatoes keep putting on more

Flowers west of house still showing their colors

These are behind the garage.

Went up to the Page County Fair here in Clarinda last evening.  Looked around the exhibits and then watched the Rodeo they had.

The "Junk in a Bucket" contest - welded items

The "Junk in a Bucket" contest - welded items

Our old friend Ronnie
Foster as he came to
the horse arena

Weather was great, no rain and cool temperature (Most unusual for the fair!)

GROANER'S CORNER:((  It was Mike and Patrick giving the motorcycle a ride on a brisk autumn day. After  a wee bit, Mike who was sitt'n behind Patrick on the bike began to holler, "Patrick... the wind is cutt'n me chest out!"  “Well, Mike my lad," said Patrick, "why don't you take your jacket off and turn it from front to back, that'll block the wind for you. "So Mike took Patrick's advice and turned his jacket from front to back and got back on the bike and the two of them were off down the road again. After a bit, Patrick turned to talk to Mike and was horrified to see that he was not there. Patrick immediately turned the bike around and retraced their route. When after a short time he came to a turn and saw a bunch of farmers standing around Mike who was sitting on the ground. "Thanks be to heaven, is he alright?" Patrick hailed to the farmers.  "Well," said one of the farmers, "he was alright when we found him here, but since we turned his head back to front... he hasn't said a word since!"
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A good laugh for people in the over 70 group!

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran
with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes
videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids,
their spouses, my 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate
with me in the modern way.

I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140
characters of space.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything
except the bowel movements of the entire next generation.

I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in
my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost
every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep
that in a box under my tool bench with the Bluetooth [it's red] phone I
am supposed to use when I drive.

I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my
wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to
take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean, the GPS looked pretty smart on my dashboard, but the lady inside
that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long
time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating."
You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely
tolerate me.

She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at
the next light. Then, if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a
good relationship...

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the
cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as
Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless
phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't
figured out how I lose three phones all at once and have to run around
digging under chair cushions, checking bathrooms, and the dirty laundry
baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would
think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden "Paper
or Plastic?" Every time I check out, just knocks me for a loop. I
bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I
never remember to take them with me.

Now I toss it back to them.

When they ask me, "Paper or plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me.
I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank
look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do fart a lot."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 70. I sent it to you to allow you
to forward it to those who are. I figured your sense of humor could
handle it....

We senior citizens don't need any more gadgets. The TV remote and the
garage door remote are about all we can handle.

Later, Lynn