We took to the streets of Kansas City today. Actually the burbs. I wanted to get some oils and butters to make some lotion to mix with essential oils. Who knew that there is not a Whole Foods store on the Missouri side of the line. I really prefer not to give my money to Kansas and governor Brownback over there but my desire to make lotion won.
then I wanted to get little jars for the lotion and decided Old Time Pottery – Independence with all of their STUFF was just where I needed to go.
And then, as usual, we decided to explore.
Who knew we would find a temple of the Mormon faith?
And across the street the auditorium.
What we WERE looking for was the Harry S Truman library and home. It was late in the day and decided to return so we could spend time going through all of Harry and Bess’s stuff. But, here’s some pics we snapped.
The Presidential library
And this…outside the Mormon property
Interesting history to be gobbled up at a later date.
until next time……
The Royals lost to the Tigers last night but it didn’t really dampen the fun we had at the K. I kept thinking about my dad and how I would have loved going to a Royals game with him…after I explained why he would have to enter a stadium of a team in the American League. We almost spent more for food and large waters than we did on the tickets…but I had decided that money was no object last night and was not going to keep me from eating a brat, hot dogs and popcorn….living the dream.
I really wondered if we would pull it out in the ninth inning when the praying mantas flew in and took a seat
I have no idea how the people in the row ahead of him were able to continue watching the game. I was in the next section and had to keep moving around because it creeped me out so much.
Here’s some pictures of Kauffman Stadium “the K” before and during the game.
Oh, and back to the farm drive. Preseud Showers. As soon as we got out of the truck, we heard what I thought was a chorus of frogs…we hopped into the back of the pickup and this cacophony of song? continued…it sounded like frogs…but not Iowa frogs and then we heard a chirp sound…he told me it was just penguins…the longer we sat there in the dark, in the back of the pickup on a dark Missouri road, the creepier I felt until I said..Okay…I’m done…we have to get out of here.
So…back to the home deck where we rolled up blankets to ease our necks and saw a few shooting stars…tonight is supposed to be the best night for viewing…you know where we’ll be.
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‘Nain may not be the first word he said…but it was the first word that we were positive about what Jaxon was talking about.
It has become the sole mission of the adults in his life to help him surround himself with trains. Friday, Papa and Nina took him downtown Pleasant Hill to visit the caboose and walk around the town square. It is such a joy…he is ready to go….
…and we did this for close to 2 hours waiting for a real train to go through. Surely if we get something to eat downtown, we will hear it and be able to walk out the door so he can watch it. I had no idea that the Big Creek Diner was all decked out with train motif. It was awesome.
and the train did go by….about 20 minutes after we were home and he was snuggled down for his nap….and about every two hours after that….
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It’s the way he painted the deck table and chairs, its the way I painted a cast iron vessel that became a flower pot and it’s the way I painted the little red wagon that I”m using for flowers…ya just – hang em’ in the tree and spray paint away. Apparently he will not soon forget the spring we had a spray paint shadow in the yard of something I painted. Putting down a sheet or newspapers to protect the grass from the color didn’t even enter my thought process. I mean…the grass will grow what difference does it make. Apparently it makes a difference. I realize that I have a problem with attention to detail. I ain’t got it! I love to spray paint things and with an eye roll he just hikes them up the tree with a rope!
I’m holding a daily vigil waiting for the peonies to open up.
Spring comes so much earlier in Missouri than it did in Iowa and I’m loving it!
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We were supposed to be in Des Moines this weekend…had a motel room rented through Monday night…when I talked to Katy on Friday, I said..ya..we are coming…don’t mind the snow – probably the only good snow we will see this winter. WTH…did that really come out of my mouth. Woke up Saturday morning and saw the Storm warning and the possibility of 10 inches and we agonized…so we opted to stay home and forfeit the money on the Orbitz reserved room!?!
This morning, it looks like we probably made the right decision…after being an Iowan for 57 years, I know what a winter storm is like and after 30 years working 911, I know what a nightmare a winter storm is. I’ve been enjoying everyone’s Facebook pictures from Iowa this morning. It is truly beautiful. I ALMOST regret not being there but I think we made the right decision for safety and it is not like we would have wanted to sit in the motel room and awe about how beautiful the motel parking lot is…and we will be watching the Super Bowl game today which I understand may not be a choice for satellite TV folks.
Here’s the view from our kitchen today
What a difference being 4 hours away makes.
It kills me to say this too. Go Seahawks! Believe me…it is more a cheer against the Patriots!
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Almost 5 years ago, Jenny moved to Kansas City. Winter always brought those heartfelt texts from her. It’s not snowing here, mom…it’s 50 degrees today…you guys should move here! Ahem. So we did.
Jenny’s aunt-in-law posted this on her Facebook page today. HAHAHAHAHA It’s the very same picture I posted a couple of times on my FB page representing the public and my perception, as a dispatcher, of what they all were doing! My 66-degrees house, sleet outside, going outside requires wearing my heavy winter coat, expecting snow south of Kansas City chuckle.
Thanks to whoever gave me these socks for Christmas or my birthday one year!! I’M NOW WEARING SOCKS!
…..and Jenny…very cruel joke!
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Franny and I decided to venture out in the cold breezy outdoors for a walk this afternoon. I wore a t shirt, Dog the Bounty Hunter sweatshirt and a quilted vest. franny wore a fur coat.
Osage orange trees are dumping their fruit in our back yard and all along the trail. I can’t believe how big they grow them in Missouri. The Fruit on the Osage orange trees behind our house in Iowa were about half the size.
we were also ducking walnuts. I didn’t pay any attention to how many walnut trees there were until today.
We got enough rain yesterday that the pond is getting close to the over flow and the usually dry streams have water. the pond is very rough today from the wind and the geese are huddling. I through in a picture of Frannie in her outfit.
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This morning I hung up the shift bidding sheet for 2014…my name isn’t on it…no regrets!
Other than an extra mortgage and utilities for two houses, it has been nice to be able to slowly make upgrades on the Missouri house and slowly move things from one place to the other. What isn’t wonderful is the double life we are leading. At first it was very refreshing to have our own house down there when we visited the kids. Each wonderful long weekend was followed by a 4 hour trip back to Iowa – home to the critters and Dish TV. It was around Thanksgiving that I started having a major aversion to the return trip. As I mentioned in an earlier blog, my dreams are even different between the two houses/cities/states. This week, after 9 days, it was especially hard to leave my Missouri life…we drove separately and met up in Bethany for lunch at McDonalds (my first fish sandwich for awhile) (need to hit McDonalds more often)…We talked about what kind of relief we would feel once our life is no longer disjointed….AND the kitties won’t have to be alone for weeks at a time 😦 Thank you Carmen Keith for checking on them!!!! It takes a village.
Two hours into my Monday shift, I’ve been yelled at because someone’s car has been repo’d and it is almost paid off (almost being the operative word), I’ve had two people call because uh ya, I got a question, 2 cellphone heros/tattlers on the interstate and two 911 calls that were actual emergencies. Those were the highlights…I’ve actually talked to several people who didn’t want to have to bother us and had actual non-self made issues but they are the minority. I’ve already made it back to exactly the same place I was before I went on vacation.
Happy Birthday Nancy, Deaton, Lennie Rae and Bengi!
Until next time.
Jen from the bank just called to tell me we will be signing papers on Thursday with closing on Friday then we will own a house in Pleasant Hill, Missouri. Ironically, I grew up just across the cornfield from Pleasant Hill, Iowa and lived in Pleasant Hill, Iowa for about 3 years prior to marrying him. I'm so looking forward to returning to Pleasant Hill as my return address. I've never felt permanence in where I have lived. I'm not going to say I haven't been content in most places but I've never felt like…ok…this is it…this is where I"m planted and this is where I"m going to bloom. I've always known that I didn't want to always live where I live now. The history is irrelevant for this post but suffice it to say that in the past, I've been just happy to go with the flow; but recently, have been restless and have been experiencing a lot of discontent — probably because both girls have moved away from Newton. I used to run, run, run volunteering for this and that but as the community has changed, so have I and I just have no desire to continue giving myself here. The promise of a new place and new community has given me a lot of hope. Moving closer to my only grandson was the catalyst I needed to make the move to get the hell outta dodge.
…and speaking of Des Moines…squirrel
Knowing I'm moving away from the proximity of my birth city, I've been a lot more aware of Des Moines. It's kind of a new look at a fresh, vibrant city. I would have probably been reasonably content to move back to the Des Moines area – actually while I was contemplating this, I realized what I really enjoyed was the fresh new downtown area with the living in the city, walking to and fro, being able to attend concerts along the Des Moines river…but if I were to stay in Des Moines, I know that I would probably live in the burbs and only occasionally visit the city which I can do now, probably just as much as I would, with Katy now making her home in the downtown area. The other moment I had thinking about leaving Des Moines was coming off of 235 onto I80 west, coming around the curve just before E 14th St took my breath away the other day. The tree line…the city rising up, the beautiful capitol to the east…I had not noticed this momentary view at 65 miles per hour before.
That's it ….. until next time