Enjoying cooler weather (and not being in Hurricane Idalia

 84 degrees with "feel like" of 85 degrees.  That's more like it.  At 1:15 pm Wednesday.  Nice not running the AC for a while. Window fan pulling air through the house is great.

Monday we drove the 110 miles to Harold & LaRhoda Neher's place near Hiawatha, KS for a nice visit after having lunch with them at 

in Highland, Kansas.

Caught up on all the news, settled some of the world's problems and then got down to several games of Pegs & Jokers.

They don't get away from their house often and really enjoy some company for a while.  We miss seeing them daily in the winter like we used to when they lived right next to us in Kenwood RV Park.

House to the east of us has been used for several years by Helicopter crews for the Clarinda Hospital.  One company occupied it for several years and then that company pulled out.  Was vacant for a year or so, and then another company maintained helicopter rescue and transportation for several years.  That company has now left Clarinda and the house has been cleaned out.  Not sure what use the hospital will have for that house now.

Grass keeps growing, even in the heat of this summer.  Hopefully necessity of mowing often will decrease here soon.

Heavens to Mergatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?" He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old ...But not that old.

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory when you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.

These phrases included: Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry.

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie . We'd put on our best bib and tucker, to  straighten up and fly right.

Heavens to Betsy!         Gee whillikers!          Jumping Jehoshaphat!       Holy Moley!

We were in like Flynn  and living the life of Riley ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!" Or, "This is a fine kettle of fish!"

We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, go the words of our youth. Where have all those great phrases gone?

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper.

Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.

This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.

See ya later, alligator! After a while crocodile. Oki-Doki artichokey!

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Learned recently that something around 40% of marriage end in divorce.........................  The rest all end in death (Till death do we part).

Till another time, LC