Saturday, September 22, 2018

In Maringo, IA for the weekend

58º here in Marengo, IA at 10:30 am Saturday.  Cool.  We got .4" of rain with very high wins Thursday in Clarinda.  Lots of small limbs blown down and about half the leaves/seeds are off the Ash tree.

We drove from Clarinda to Maringo Friday and got to spend some time with daughter-in-law Patty, granddaughter Ashley, her husband Heath, and our great granddaughter Jessica.  We all drove down to Williamsburg, IA last night for supper at a Mexican Restaurant.
Eating at Mi Casa Authentic Mexican Grill in Williamsburg, IA

Somehow 2-year olds have a lot of energy.

Grand daughter, son, daughter-in-law















In the late afternoon I wet with the girls shopping in Coralville.

Just what everyone needs for the patio! A serving table "built in" to a motorcycle.

On the way back to Marengo Jessica sleeping in her car chair.
Miss busy-body has about worn out mom & gma

Busy, Busy

Busy, Busy

Busy, Busy

Busy, Busy

Busy, Busy

Ah, sitting for a second
 Have received word that our close friend, Bill Winslow, has gone home from the hospital and put on hospice.  He and wife Darlene took their whole family on a cruise last March before heading from Kenwood RV Park to their northern Michigan home.  This summer he has had several incidents that were thought to be mini-strokes; finding out finally that he has two tumors on his brain.  He has had several incidents and bouts with stomach ulcers (possibly caused by medicine to combat the brain cancer) and bowel problems.  Become weak and unresponsive.   Phyllis & Darlene have called each other "sisters" for the 8 years or so we have spent winters at Kenwood.  Bill is 85 and doubt anyone who knows him doesn't call him a friend.

We have lined up our trip to Albuquerque; staying Sunday evening in yard of Harold & LaRhoda Neher's yard (and play some Pegs & Jokers in the afternoon and go to a soup supper and entertainment with them Sunday Evening), then go on to lunch and afternoon visit with Bill & Kathy Connelley's near Tescott, KS Monday.  Have a spot reserved at RV Park in Russell, KS Monday night.  On through Kansas, panhandle of Oklahoma, and panhandle of Texas to stay at Logan, New Mexico Tuesday night.  Wednesday we will be at a park 40 miles from the Balloon Fiesta park where we are instructed to arrive between 8 am and 10 am.  We will be at the Fiesta for 10 nights where they say 80,000 people attend daily and parked with the Escapee RV group where we will have catered meals twice a day as a group and some events they put on.  We will have no electricity, water or sewer hookups, but can run generator anytime between 5 am and 10 pm.  We will have water on-board and empty black and grey tanks when we arrive.

Since Phyllis doesn't have to get quickly to Kenwood, account they hired a different Activity Director, we may spend some time in the Big Bend area of Texas on the way to the park after the Fiesta is over.



GROANER’S CORNER:(( The banker saw his old friend Tom, an eighty-year old rancher, in town. Tom had lost his wife a year or so before and rumor had it that he was marrying a 'mail order' bride. Being a good friend, the banker asked Tom if the rumor was true. Tom assured him that it was. The banker then asked Tom the age of his new bride to be.  Tom proudly said, 'She'll be twenty-one in November.'  Now the banker, being the wise man that he was,could see that the sexual appetite of a young woman could not be satisfied by an eighty year old man. Wanting his old friend's remaining years to be happy the banker tactfully suggested that Tom should consider getting a hired hand to help him out on the ranch, knowing nature would take its own course. Tom thought this was a good idea and said he would look for one that afternoon.  About four months later, the banker ran into Tom in town again. 'How's the new wife?', asked the banker. Tom proudly said, 'Good - she's pregnant.' The banker, happy that his sage advice had worked out, continued, 'And how's the hired hand?' Without hesitating, Tom said, 'She's pregnant too.'
Don't ever underestimate old Guys ……………….
Later, Lynn


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