29 July, 2011 -- It's our job

Airport duty, it's our job. Gotta put up a new windsock
so the airplanes can see which way the wind is blowing.


Get the old windsock ready for its job, if the new one wears out.
Mom's still in Raleigh,
heading for home tonight. We'll be ready!


LAD drove the truck down in the field to find a geocache.

24 July, 2011 -- Shorter and shorter

We have the sharpest, shortest pencils of any airport.

I moved the pencil sharpener down to his level, for a morning activity.
After mounting the U.S. map on the office wall, LAD placed markers of Mom's flight that began at 6 this morning at Springfield with a stopover in Atlanta. We forgot to update it this afternoon at her final destination. That will give us something to do in the morning. And we will put a couple up in Iowa for Dad, and in Marshall for G'pa Airplane.

22 July, 2011 -- Go, go, go

You go that way. No, I'll go that way. You go this way.

Go go going to the bootheel to work, an Ag Cat cropduster. He said it was cool at 6,000 feet. I don't believe him. It isn't cool anywhere today!

20 July, 2011 -- Happy Birthday, GraCK ! ! !

Billie and Grant, 1987
Seniors.
Brad and Grant in 1971, a year old.
So, how about THAT bubble?

15 July, 2011 - Happy Birthday, Fondoooo!

25th year in 2011.

Notice the classy boots and jeans. What bubble gum?

OK, it's Kyle, not Duncan.

9 July, 2011 -- Formations

John was a flight of one RV this morning, heading for Willow Springs to the EAA meeting and breakfast.
Then Roy and Steve's formation of tractors and clanking machinery did their dusty dance.

Randy and Nathan took off for Marshall to spray corn on Tuesday, after the great "motor home mix trailer van car dolly VW truck boss pilot driver" shuffle. It's always a formation dance.


The day before that, a flight of five home built RVs buzzed in from Oregon, spent the night, and buzzed out on their way to Florida.





Everybody was in formation this week!

I found this nest out in the pasture in some leftover hay after the crew had cut and baled. I was hoping it was a quail nest, but quail eggs are more creamy to brownish, not quite so white. A couple of days later, the eggs were hatched, nest abandoned, covey of five meadowlarks had taken flight.

Butterfly persisted in feeding on the sack of cat food, and Bitty tried to get it, but she missed.

Even the lightning storm last week echoed the formation theme, marching two by two across the horizon.

6 July, 2011 -- New bike on the block

I have a backlog of photos from the last few days... they'll have to wait.
Don came late this afternoon, "you got a camera?" Well, whadaYOUthink!
It's blue. Nice. It's the last one. Right.

Mtn. Grove's fireworks.
Norwood fireworks, "finale" from start to finish.
Best show I've ever seen!

1 July, 2011 -- Warming up

Before the day gets too hot, Diane warms up by trimming and thinning the iris beds in front of the old rock jail. Hmmm, why, you ask? Because it's the annual alumni July 4 weekend Mtn. Grove class reunion, and we're having a photo show, that's why!
The old rock jail is the History and Arts Center, and it's going to be on the National Register of Historic Places.
This is how it looked before we started hanging all the photos that were brought in today. Watch tomorrow for the update!
Cleaning, putting, moving; there are no cooking tools in that apron. Pliers, hammer, screw driver... Hey, Diane, ya got a pair of scissors? Well, of course!
Looks easy, doesn't it?
Well, it ain't. It was a 10 hour day.
Tomorrow is the parade, featuring the class of 1961, 50th year (my year, but in Colorado), and class of 1986, 25th year (for Fonda) in Mtn. Grove.

18 June, 2011 -- Father's Day

Remember these?
Now they are these.

Squawk and run! Keeping up with four little ones is a big job, and it takes Papa and Mama both to herd the babies back to the nest. It doesn't help any to have big old Grandpa interfering.

15 June, 2011 -- Recipe

How to put gravel into a trailer.
Mix:
Rock pile
Shovel
Plywood with hole
Cardboard box
Bungee cord
Board
White socks
Boy

Takes about an hour.
DO NOT offer to water the rock pile with a hose.
Dad's working, too.