If you’re not in the parade, you watch the parade. That’s life.
Last Thursday was the annual lighted parade in Boone. I’m sure it has a proper name, but I don’t know what it is.
As a member of the Outreach Committee, I was part of the team that put together the “float” for the lighted parade. Unfortunately, we didn’t garner very many volunteers and I had to call a couple people last minuted just to borderline half fill our “people carrier”.
Although most people would not consider it a failure, I sorta do. That is okay. We learn more from our failures than we do from our successes. That means at the 2019 lighted parade, we will be back with a vengeance!
Here are some pictures from the event:
Santa was infatuated with my beard. He really wanted me to join the Santa union or something. Told me I could make $100 an hour as a “real beard Santa”. Maybe sometime, but I’m not ready for the Santa gig yet.
Before anything, I want to ask for your prayers for the Herrick family. Today we put to rest Earl Herrick. He was my Dad’s best friend, so we are close to the family.
I would like to share the poem that the pastor read at the graveside service. You may have heard it before. It is called “What God Hath Promised”.
WHAT GOD HATH PROMISED
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
many a burden, many a care.
God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love
Author: Annie Johnson Flint
I took a picture of one of the program from Earl’s funeral because it included several “Earlisms”. I’m sharing that so you can have an idea of what kind of person Earl was:
“It takes a mighty big dog to weight a ton.”
“They’ll get happy in the same pants they got mad in.”
“I wouldn’t shit you – you’re my favorite turd.”
“Pet and Repeat sitting on a fence… Pete fell off – who was left? Repeat…. Pete and Repeat sitting on a fence…”
When asked, what’s that? “It’s cat’s fur to make kitten britches.”
“Don’t do anything I would do – just don’t get caught.”
Keep Linda, Wendi, Amy, and Mike in your prayers. Thanks.
Here is your reminder that this week’s WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE theme is ANIMAL.
An ANIMAL picture is any picture that features an ANIMAL or an ANIMAL by product.
Happy photo harvesting!
2 days before I left for the mission trip, Kio commissioned me to do the graduation photography for the Boone Area Humane Society’s Dog Obedience Class. It was a perfect time to knock off Page 96 of THE PHOTO JOURNAL PROJECT:
Page 96 – Photograph an animal as if it were a human.
Although I took several pictures of many amazing dogs, only one can physically be adhered into the physical PHOTO JOURNAL. The physical PHOTO JOURNAL is housed at the Photography 139 Studio. It can be seen by appointment. It is protected by the Photography 139 security dog (who did not graduate from any dog obedience program) when I am not there.
Here are the one that won’t be in the book:
It is hard to tell what page we will check in with the next time we check into THE PHOTO JOURNAL PROJECT. But quite possibly Page 52.
Last Sunday the Methodist Men had our annual Chicken Noodles Brunch. I took a few photos of the event:
You may recall that the weather last Sunday was less than idyllic. Loads of snow dropped on the metropolitan Boone area and the temperatures were cold as well. The turnout for worship service was very low. However, almost everybody stuck around for our brunch. What I thought was going to be a disaster turned out to be a great success.
The Chicken Noodles Brunch is by far the most ambitious Methodist Men project. Everything is made from scratch*. On Thursday the noodles are made and cut. The chicken is picked. On Saturday, the potatoes are peeled. On Sunday, starting at 7 AM, everything is put together.
A couple Sundays back I met Suzie at the Des Moines Art Center to take in one of Des Moines’ most underappreciated attractions. The Des Moines Art Center is actually one of my favorite art museums that I have ever visited. It’s collection is surprisingly impressive and to top that off, it is FREE!
This was the 3rd or 4th time that we had tried to get together to visit the Des Moines Art Center, but something always seemed to get in the way. Made me think that the trip was never going to happen, much like Scottie D. and I’s next great tenderloining adventure to Winterset may never happen.
This trip to the art center ended up being kind of strange. Part of the way through the museum I started to sweat profusely and I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of hunger. We sat down for awhile and Suzie gave me a stick of gum. I felt better after a few minutes.
It was very bizarre. Not sure Suzie will want to visit the Art Center with me again at any time in the near future.
Here are a few pictures I took before my hot flash:
This is called Klingon Mustaches
After I felt better, I bid Suzie a fond adieu and then headed to the March for Our Lives via quick pit stop at Ted’s Coney Island.
So I had an amazing day today. On a couple of strange fronts I had some new knowledge dropped on me and I’m still reeling from the info.
KNOWLEDGE BOMB #1
Today was the Methodist Men’s Annual Chicken Noodle Brunch. While we were taking a break from our arduous labor, I asked Kio if he had seen why Jefferson, Iowa was in the news this week.
Kio is a top dog at the Boone Area Humane Society, so I was referring to the story that was on the news about Jefferson coppers catching feral cats and then busting a cap in them.
Kio has unfortunately bought into the massive misinformation campaign to paint me as a cat hater. When in reality, I don’t hate cats. Cats suck and I report the facts. I don’t get any joy in this truth.
Because of his perception on my perception of cats, he thought I was going to push for Boone to follow suit with this efficient way to deal with an excess feline population.
However, all I really wanted to know is what the Boone Area Humane Society thought about this policy.
Now Kio can’t speak for the Boone Area Humane Society (okay, that is literally one of his jobs), but he can tell me what they do in Boone with what he termed “community cats”. Boone picks up these cats and makes sure they have all their shots and then microchips them, so they can track them. Then they return them to the neighborhood where they were trapped.
I was literally shocked to find out that this was happening. Boone has community cats.
Kio gave me the rough estimate that there are in the ballpark of 25 of these community cats in Boone. They are all registered, but he did not know whether or not the public had access to this registry.
I’ve had a few cats show up in my neighborhood and I had them dealt with before they could have an adverse effect on my property value.
However, I had no clue that some parts of Boone have sanctioned cats just strolling around.
I have decided that if I ever move, I will be finding out about how to check out this registry to make sure there isn’t one of these community cats in the neighborhood of a potential new home. Much in the same way that I made sure there were very few rental properties in my neighborhood when I bought my current homestead.
KNOWLEDGE BOMB #2
I now know the purpose and the story behind “The Shrine” between Boone and Ames. If you don’t know about “The Shrine”, it is a mysterious building on a country road between Boone and Ames, built by a guy that is known to run gawkers away from it. It is a source of frequent internet speculation and sometimes “investigative journalism” by local media outlets. It has its own thread on Reddit.
I have my information from a high placed source. While I would tell you what it is, I don’t want to ruin the mystery for you.
Here is a YouTube documentary on “The Shrine”:
I’ll just leave it that the documentary gets a few things right and quite a few things wrong.
The world wasn’t ready for these BLACK & WHITE pictures on Monday. It wasn’t ready on Tuesday. It wasn’t ready on Wednesday. It wasn’t ready on Thursday. I don’t think the world is ready for them now, but I can’t hold them back any longer:
Some of the pictures were taken downtown Des Moines. Others were taken at Ledges. Some at the First United Methodist Church in Boone. The pictures with Naima were taken at Dickcissel Park.
Just one small batch of BLACK & WHITE alternates left. You’re welcome world!