Putting a float in the town's parade seemed like an obligation five years back. Our town was celebrating the tour of the Lewis and Clark Expedition through our area just 250 years prior. My wife runs a boarding and grooming kennel and when she fights the urge to deploy a float in our local parade, she will get questions like, "so, I didn't see a Morrow Kennels Float in the parade, did I?" From past experience, we know that a float, when properly prepared, is a joy to both behold, and to drive proudly down the street. People cheering, and you flinging candy as though you had been paid off by a Dentist. It's best to plan the float well in advance, gather the material to do the job, and then casually, over a week (the one before the 4th) put it together. There you will see the fruits of your artistic expression merge with physical talents into what surely will be a winner. Something, when seen by certain people in Pasadena, will put you on the fastrack to a permanent assignment there on New Years Day. Then reality sets in. On the Saturday morning, the 3rd of July of that year, my wife said "I want to put a float in the parade, for a change". The tone in her voice told me a float was in our near future. I said, "If you want a float, then we will make a float". I didn't realize until right then, that she had watched the movie "Dumb and Dumber", once to often. She wanted to make the Caravan look like a dog. At about 6 PM she starts. A dryer vent pipe covered with black cloth for a tail. Good. A red piece of construction paper sticking out from under the hood was a tongue. Good. Two large pieces of black cloth hanging out of the doors for ears. They did look more like large sunscreens. Four legs, white, outlined with black, taped to the side. Looked like two pieces of cardboard taped to the side of our van. Then she had a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, and taped to the hood. I said "what's that". She said, well actually screamed "It's a nose, what's it look like". Thinking back, I shouldn't have said "a black garbage bag stuffed with trash, taped to the hood of your van". I was able to duck the magic markers flying my way but she got me with the nose. Then I had to help remake a nose. Which with my help, I must admit, ended up looking like a piece of black construction paper, bent and taped to the hood of the van. It was time for me to put my talents to work. "Go make some signs for the van, and be sure to tie it in with the Lewis and Clark theme", she said. I already had an idea, but I was missing one important number. I thought I could get it off of the internet, which I did at about 2:30 am on the 4th of July. The number turned out to be 190. The sign read: LEWIS AND CLARK'S MEN ATE 190 DOGS IN 2 YEARS. WE AT MORROW KENNELS, HAVEN'T EATEN 1 DOG IN 25 YEARS. She heard some laughs, and a few young girls say "Oooh, poor dogs" Others said "I can't believe you actually put that on the float". I think all in all it was a successful float. I’ve been able to watch the parade from my Mother in-law’s yard since I made that sign.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
From Marilyn's Gardens
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
A Diary Entry and an Apology
I should apologize for the previous post. Some of the locals at golf league didn't like the last post because they became fearful that cancer had re-invaded my life...at least until they got to the punch line. And found out beets were the culprits. Some in my family didn't see the humor either, at the time. Sorry kids.
The other is the fact that I use this as a diary in case I should ever want to check back on any topic. For instance 'Rainfall' in a certain period. By filling in the little white box in the upper left corner for search this blog, with the word 'rainfall' I'll bring up every blog I ever wrote with the word rainfall in it. This post will be one of them. Up until recently we've been very dry. Then on
June 5th= 1.4" rain
June 7th=.4"
June 8th=1.2"
June 13th=1"
June 14th=1"
June 16th=.40"
June 19th=1.30"
June 20th to 24th while we were in Loveland CO.=2"
8.7 inches mtd for June. We have enough. I've also asked Marilyn to be more specific when she prays for rain.
The other is the fact that I use this as a diary in case I should ever want to check back on any topic. For instance 'Rainfall' in a certain period. By filling in the little white box in the upper left corner for search this blog, with the word 'rainfall' I'll bring up every blog I ever wrote with the word rainfall in it. This post will be one of them. Up until recently we've been very dry. Then on
June 5th= 1.4" rain
June 7th=.4"
June 8th=1.2"
June 13th=1"
June 14th=1"
June 16th=.40"
June 19th=1.30"
June 20th to 24th while we were in Loveland CO.=2"
8.7 inches mtd for June. We have enough. I've also asked Marilyn to be more specific when she prays for rain.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
It Rained!
We have been very dry in this area. Most everyone here had enough moisture to bring the crops up out of the ground but we've received very little rain since we finished planting. The corn is a little over knee high now. We had 1.40" of rain last night. We were indeed blessed.
If you have enough rain to get the crop started, I've never thought that a dry spell to start the growing season was a bad thing. It seems to develope the root systems.

I've been trying to get a picture from the pontoon boat we purchased back in January. We've had it out three times and had the camera along all three times. First trip we were on the way back down the river and Marilyn asked me to look at that great last picture. I said, "Uh Marilyn, when it says 'No Flash Card' it means you don't have any pictures. On the second trip the cameras' battery was too low to work. And so these two pics were from the third trip. Marilyn snapped a photo of another storm slipping on past Burt County. And then my daughter captured two old folks sitting in a boat. Those must be our 'White Going Steady' shirts. We've been dating a looooong time.

If you have enough rain to get the crop started, I've never thought that a dry spell to start the growing season was a bad thing. It seems to develope the root systems.
I've been trying to get a picture from the pontoon boat we purchased back in January. We've had it out three times and had the camera along all three times. First trip we were on the way back down the river and Marilyn asked me to look at that great last picture. I said, "Uh Marilyn, when it says 'No Flash Card' it means you don't have any pictures. On the second trip the cameras' battery was too low to work. And so these two pics were from the third trip. Marilyn snapped a photo of another storm slipping on past Burt County. And then my daughter captured two old folks sitting in a boat. Those must be our 'White Going Steady' shirts. We've been dating a looooong time.
We're off to watch a Grandsons baseball game this afternoon and help at the local rodeo again tonight. Life is good.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Torture
I haven't weighed in on this whole torture thing yet. I want to go on record as opposing it. I don't think there is any place for it in what we like to think is a civilized country.
Put your self in the place of the victim. Did you ever dive to the bottom of a big pool, near the drain, and then you realized that you've stayed too long and you're not sure if you can make it back to the top to get that next valuable breath?
I can imagine fighting the urge to breathe is almost intolerable. And then when you think you're about there, they drive that trocar into that little soft spot in the top of your head and suck your brains into a sink. Man, if you could have made it another 4 inches down the birth canal you could have been alive.
In history, a citizenry that keeps quiet about evils, is how certain evil men have gained power.
Oh, on the other torture thing, so long as we allow the above, it doesn't really matter what else we do.
Put your self in the place of the victim. Did you ever dive to the bottom of a big pool, near the drain, and then you realized that you've stayed too long and you're not sure if you can make it back to the top to get that next valuable breath?
I can imagine fighting the urge to breathe is almost intolerable. And then when you think you're about there, they drive that trocar into that little soft spot in the top of your head and suck your brains into a sink. Man, if you could have made it another 4 inches down the birth canal you could have been alive.
In history, a citizenry that keeps quiet about evils, is how certain evil men have gained power.
Oh, on the other torture thing, so long as we allow the above, it doesn't really matter what else we do.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Memorial Day 2009
Midwest Producer
May 22nd Edition
For most of the state, the end of planting is upon us. It draws to a close the next chapter in our agricultural history. In these parts it will be recorded as a spring with excellent soil tilth, but low soil temperatures. The failure of the daytime temperatures to rise to near eighty degrees have made it possible for low temps to fall well below what was expected. The soil temperature had trouble getting into the mid fifties through this the middle part of May.
But none the less we can go to town and answer the question everyone asks of farmers. “Did you get planted?” “Yes we did” will be the reply followed by “for the first time at least.” Letting the questioner know that this wasn’t the first crop you’ve put in the ground and you’re well aware that things can go wrong.
One of the rewards of farming is having jobs you can finish and then go on to something new and different. It may not be new because you’ve not done it before but at least it’s different than what you’ve been doing for the past two or three weeks. You get to pause, reflect, rearrange the priority list and then proceed.
It’s also the time of year that farm families start to think about diversions. The graduations with all of those parties and then there is golf, boating, baseball, softball, vacations, and trying to get in a trip or two to visit family.
Our family, in the past has usually gathered for a picnic to refresh the stories of our family history on Memorial Day and to remember family members who have left this world. Sometimes the gathering gets cut short when we must pause just long enough to have a grilled hot dog and go back to the fields to plant. I think it is good to remember all family members on Memorial Day as we go to the cemeteries to decorate graves. These loved ones are, after all, what made us what we are.
All good memories indeed but still the real reason for Memorial Day is to honor our fallen soldiers and to thank those who are still living, for saying “Yes I will serve.”
I hope you will take a few minutes and search the internet for information and the history of Memorial Day. It has uncertain beginnings and may have started as a collection of efforts from different parts of our country. You might find it very interesting reading as I did.
All of our communities are blessed with very brave men and women living among us who have served our country. Many of them came under live fire while serving and some, most certainly are fighting some demons because of that service. There are those who gave their all who are commemorated by plaques at courthouses across this great land of ours. Without all of these individuals living and dead, America doesn’t survive. It’s hard for me not to get pretty emotional when watching a military honor guard pay tribute to a comrade during a funeral or at the countless Memorial Day services to be held.
Without much trouble you’ll be able to find a Veterans Memorial Service where you can go to honor those who have made this country what it is.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Some Photos
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Farm Cats
We have a problem. We were down to just a few farm cats. We like them hanging around. We subsidize them with cat food and in return they keep rodents from taking over the farm. Recently we thought they were looking a bit scruffy so we increased their food. The number of stray cats increased with the increased handouts. We now have four litters of kittens on the farm. So reports my Grandchildren.
We will have to increase the food for the new cats and that will in turn draw more cats to the free food. Seems the more we give away, the more cats there are standing in line for the food. And then they'll quit hunting mice because none of the other cats have to do that kind of work any more.
Extending this line of reason into the future we will eventually need to start buying cat food by the semi load and have a 'staff' veterinarian for cat health care. I'm not going to pay the veterinarian very much so I hope the cats aren't expecting much from my Vet. When they get old they'll just have to plan on kickin' the bucket because, well, I'll be calling the shots on the health care and we'll be limited on Drs and such.
I'm not worried because I know I can borrow money for cat food and if I die before I get it paid off, my Grandchildren can pay for the free cat food and veterinary health care debt that I've accumulated.
The good news is that Marilyn and I are now VERY popular with the cats. They hope we can survive forever. They just love us. Life is good. They've indicated that they would vote for me, no matter what, if I run for farmer again next year.
I hope they don't find out the truth about this not being sustainable.
We will have to increase the food for the new cats and that will in turn draw more cats to the free food. Seems the more we give away, the more cats there are standing in line for the food. And then they'll quit hunting mice because none of the other cats have to do that kind of work any more.
Extending this line of reason into the future we will eventually need to start buying cat food by the semi load and have a 'staff' veterinarian for cat health care. I'm not going to pay the veterinarian very much so I hope the cats aren't expecting much from my Vet. When they get old they'll just have to plan on kickin' the bucket because, well, I'll be calling the shots on the health care and we'll be limited on Drs and such.
I'm not worried because I know I can borrow money for cat food and if I die before I get it paid off, my Grandchildren can pay for the free cat food and veterinary health care debt that I've accumulated.
The good news is that Marilyn and I are now VERY popular with the cats. They hope we can survive forever. They just love us. Life is good. They've indicated that they would vote for me, no matter what, if I run for farmer again next year.
I hope they don't find out the truth about this not being sustainable.
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