Somewhere in Northwest Iowa

    

 I am still roaming around an abundance of corn fields, observing the sweeping dives of the crop duster. and scarecrows with crows on them.  I've seen pigs on...well everything you could put one on from postcards to rooftops, and experienced the unmistakable smell of the ever pungent pig farm.  Ah - Iowa! 

You might think, "What is there to do?"  Well, on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3:00 to 5:00 you can venture into the park and purchase all of the baked goods, jellies, jams, and vegetables you could ever want, while your children play near the windmills and giant wooden shoe.  Top that, if you can.

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You can go walking at the track, as Shannon did, and see bunny rabbits running to and fro, or you can sit in a lawn chair, as I did, while my oldest son chipped plastic golf balls at me with his golf club.  Nary a dull moment. Grampy has taken three grandchildren to Wal-Mart, just a few corn fields away. They will return with no doubt more than they need, as all who go into a Wal-Mart do.
Tonight we will watch the movie, "The Blue Train" as we have been reading and discussing the book.  Lee, (who didn't read the book) says the butler did it.  Shannon (same story) says the husband is always the guilty one.  We shall see.
I wish I could bottle the relaxed atmosphere so prevalent here.  I have not learned the secret of capturing time with loved ones.  It does not stand still...yet.  Until it does, when we are all together with Christ, Tommy and I will continue to make trips to Timbuktu and beyond in order to see our children and grandchildren...even if we need to travel to places like Orange City, Iowa and Chicago, Illinois.

She ate with us at Pizza Ranch last night.