Monday, June 11, 2018

SWING ON...

Summer fests are always so welcome after being 'cooped up' heren in the End of the Rainbow Valley during those inclimate winter months and our city does itself proud by Artspire in June filled with whatever includes the arts.

This year I was sad there was no street dance to kick off the 2 day festival but the Ho Chunk dancers did invite the public to join them in a couples's dance. The participants followed the lead dancers as the line starting in the center and snaked around the crowd as the drum players and singers led them in song. 

Here are some photos below of the participatory dance.







More later on some of what we learned and saw from the first two performing groups. But while the head liner group Cloud Cult set up we decided to take a walk with friends. 

Lo and behold we came upon a group of folks dancing with recorded music on the cement landing pier along Riverside Park. About 40 folks were participating in a Swing Dance gathering. Apparently the group meets often and FB has its schedule. Anyone can join them as did the two couples I was with on this walk. 


Guy and Joan cutting the rug/ should I say the cement

Joan's college roommate and hubby to Joan's right
were visiting from the Twin Cities (no video)
How fun a walk was that? Stay tuned for more on our evening tomorrow.

Friday, June 8, 2018

FOTO FRIDAY: SHOW YOUR FACE

FOTO FRIDAY: Here in the End of the Rainbow Valley new blooms appear daily at this time of year. Yesterday, specifically it was the poppies. Poppies can be very fickle as to how they do where they are planted. They appear to be happy where they are.

Unbeknownst to us we have two different kinds which were gracious enough to open in time for company yesterday and why they get featured. 



My affection for poppies started in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy felt so tired as she walked through the field of poppies. Do you remember that scene?

Wanna share your blooms? Please do. 

Last week's was PULLING ONESELF UP BY THE BOOTSTRAPS

Thursday, June 7, 2018

TBT: AMIGAS

I'm having special guests today and so my TBT has to do with amigas.  As a UW-L adjunct prof I always shared my office space  with other adjuncts and some I rarely saw due to our differing schedules. Most came from all over the world like  China, Viet Nam,  Russia, Peru and Spain.

2009 Amparo tries my chopped liver.
 This pic is from '09 when I invited my Spanish officemate Amparo to experience a Passover seder. Let me assure you that decade has flown finding me retired and she's teaching at a small liberal arts college, Washington and Jefferson College in Pennsylvania. 

Amparo is back in her old La Crosse stomping grounds for a couple of days and sharing some of her friends with her parents visiting from Spain. I can't wait to play catch up and meet her folks. The End of the Rainbow Valley is going to be quite a change after their very big city week in Chicago.

So happy Amparo and her folks spent their afternoon in the End of the Rainbow Valley. We had a lovely visit and lunch.



Wednesday, June 6, 2018

PACK N PLAY VIRGIN

A couple Sundays ago I had a specific date to make.  It involved a car trip with my granddaughter who had been in our charges for the weekend while her parents attended a family wedding in the Quad Cities. Wouldn't you know that the best laid plans can go awry. Guess who decided to sleep in that morning? It wasn't me.  I kept waiting for the princess to wake up. 

The plan was to return Ms. Hannah in time for the wedding brunch that lasted until noon to meet her Zayde David's side of the family.  Everything which could be packed the day before was in the car but you know you can't pack up the Pack n' Play, her bed, with the baby in it. It wasn't like she could be transferred into her car seat and we could take off with her breakfast and bottle to be fed right away. 

I kept walking into her room and she was sleeping like a baby. Out to the world. We were already an hour late according to the original plan and my Mom's words of wisdom were difficult to heed. "Never wake a sleeping child." BUT the trip would take over 3 hrs. The inevitable had to happen as it was already 7.  She didn't even fuss as she was lifted out of dreamland, changed, sat on Natureman's lap as her Bubbe wrestled to collapse the Pack n Play and get into its carrying case correctly. Where is the dang handle? Within 15 minutes we were on our way. Should this Grandma have practiced this Houdini act before?

Of course, there were a couple of stops to change diapers but we made it before everybody was on their way. In fact, Denver cousins were next to us in the parking area ready to head their Chicago grandbabies as Hannah's dirty diaper and outfit were being changed.  Great first meeting, right?

But the most important meeting was awaiting across the street in the restaurant.  Hannah, the newest member of the clan was meeting her eldest relative, 102 year old Great Great Aunt Bert .


It was a joy to see Hannah's reactions as everybody wanted to hold and meet the newest arrival. Aunt Bert assured me Hannah was OK in her book. It was a pleasure having a little part in making sure the two could meet. Time to head back to the End of the Rainbow Valley...
Hannah's 3rd Cousin Arthur, Aunt Bert's son


Meeting 3rd cousin Michie..

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

SOMEONE'S GOT HIS VIBE

If you've followed the End of the Rainbow of the Valley for  awhile you know one of Natureman's addictions has to with the computer and a type of porn. 

Yep, initially, inbetween computer time reading political articles and playing Scrabble there would be hours spent going through 100's of photos of tractor ads. I called it "tractor porn." Natureman was looking for a couple of years for the right tractor. Finally, that search ended when 'The Tractor', a 1939 model was found a little over an hour north of here. Now the question is whether I'd still see the man looking at tractor pics. No, he moved on other vehicle obsessions first it was the Smart Car,  followed by the mini Cooper and convertibles over the years we have been together.  Eventually when one of his cars had to be replaced more practical vehicles that could haul. 

Well, when Bullet Proof bit the bullet, the time perusing the web increased what seemed morning to night. For the last couple of weeks chores waited and those poor goats were bleating for him  past mid morning as he checked out what was new on his SUV search. After realizing reasonable used CRV's/RAV 4's were difficult to find/how much hybrid batteries cost to replace he finally set his heart on a Vibe. I had never heard of one but it is a Pontiac SUV made by Toyota with very good reviews. The only problem was there were none available in our area so the search extended.



After our kids left, the human ones, he was determined to get his Vibe and found one right across the Wisconsin southeastern border in Illinois. Two days before we had just driven south to return the grandbaby to her parents in the Quad Cities but it was Sunday and car dealerships as you know aren't open on Sundays ... 

Before we set out I asked Natureman if he had checked if the vehicle had been in an accident. Sure enough, the car fax indicated frame damage from a couple years before. Whew, a 6 hour round trip averted. But wouldn't you know there was another the opposite direction with a fair price in good condition, and one he'd consider in Hubbard, Iowa (smaller than Chaseburg) almost to Des Moines. 

After a couple of calls, off we got on the road before lunch. We stopped for a late lunch to break up the drive and hunger. Then as was suggested we didn't take the back roads and went interstate but we ended up sitting in one lane highway construction traffic. My greatest fear was arriving and the place being closed. Thank heavens for cell phones, the 'salesman' would be there until 5. 

Rain clouds had been following us and spitting on us off and on. It seemed to take an eternity. We finally arrived and I knew that Natureman was set on returning with the car regardless.
The Vibe sat out front, an intense red, on this gloomy day.

Terry, our salesman and Legendary Motors owner gave us the proverbial story that the Vibe's low mileage was due to its elderly owner just driving 5 country miles back and forth to visit her 90 year old sister. It was clean, a little over deodorized, in good shape and while Natureman went to take it for a drive, I headed to refill my tank in the town's one gas station.

The only issue seemed to be the blower fan noise. This city mouse looked at her country mouse and said, "I bet a mouse got in the filter." "Oh no," the salesman negated as he had someone look at the fan and he thought it was just a switch problem. Natureman felt it'd be reasonable to fix. The transaction was done in about 20 minutes, title in hand, off we drove back to Wisconsin.

At our first rest stop, a white faced Natureman told me the noise was worse. I felt the fan motor box under the dash board and it was really hot. I'm not a mechanic but common sense told me to not have the fan running on high, if at all. Something was in there and making it work too hard.

The next day since I was home I opened up the Vibe's fan box and nothing fell out. But as I was down there, the mats were damp so I pulled them up and there was moisture under all the mats from the cleaning and not being totally dry. Sun time. One mat actually had something growing on the underside. A little scrubbing and sanitizing could fix that.  Yet, once the dealership's deodorizer dissipated there was a smell, something was dead. 

Our local mechanic got the Vibe in the following morning and he said he had never seen any fan so full of dead little mice and corn.  Of course I took a pic of what he pulled out. The filter was wedged so far down it was difficult to remove at first and then it came pouring out. The fan blades were a bit chewed up but not bad.

Problem fixed and a very happy Natureman with his Vibe.



I bet we all have our 'Legendary' car stories but this City Mouse definitely knows her Country Mice ...


Another wheels story from the past:
The Tractor


Monday, June 4, 2018

WORKING YOUR 'AX'LE OFF

Natureman prided himself with 'Bullet Proof'  his CRV approaching  240,000 miles.  Yes, physically his rusty ride rattled so much I could hear it way before it got home.  I always wondered if I would fall through its flooring/ if vacuuming it would be its demise as that country dirt was what was holding it together. Well, almost a month ago, Natureman returned home but I wasn't forewarned from 1/2+ mile away from the familiar noise as he was in his friend's vehicle, not his own.

Apparently heading home after lunch with the boys, there was a loud thud followed by a horrible dragging noise as the right front wheel seemed to cave in just as they just made it over an overpass clearing its peak and stopped. The front axle had broken and the upcoming traffic had no clue as to the demise of his CRV stopped dead in its tracks just in front of them. Luckily Natureman wasn't alone and his buddy had a cell phone. Both men got out of the vehicle quickly to redirect the unsuspecting traffic until the police showed up and place their tow call.

I am so thankful nobody got hurt nor plowed into the guys as they were sitting ducks. A kind soul who saw what happened stopped and offered help and to make a call. Thanks to the good samaritan.

Bullet proof might have been bullet proof but a car cannot function without an axle. So Bullet Proof has become scrap and sold for a mere $50. We know Bullet Proof was worth much more than that.



Thanks for all the schlepping Bullet Proof, besides people you helped schlep our bikes, canoe, kayak and even goats.


That always got you some amazed stares...















May you rest in peace as you definitely worked your tail/ should I say axle off while you were with us... 


Friday, June 1, 2018

FOTO FRIDAY: PULLING ONESELF UP...

FOTO FRIDAY:  This bold fellow has been very busy lately and is getting awfully bold. I didn't invite him over but he seems to have signed up for gym time to rid himself of some of that winter weight. He is now doing his pull ups on the front porch.





Do your squirrels and bunny rabbits seem larger this spring/is it my imagination?

Last week's FOTO FRIDAY: UPCYCLED TURKEY