We made it to Iowa. We may have prevailed over all those near disasters getting from LA to here, but even after only six months away, I had forgotten how perilous living in Iowa can be! It’s the little things that can kill you.
I arrived to a home-cooked meal of Ham Balls. I wrote about this SE Iowa specialty a few years ago., about how one needs to be careful not to eat too many lest they suffer from an overfilled belly and…the likelihood of hamnesia.
|I stopped by the American Gothic House — my old home (sniff, sniff) — for a photo opp. The Binoculars were home with their door open so I figured I had about 10 minutes before the sheriff arrived to deliver a complaint.|
|Not to mention, I parked illegally.|
|No, a homemade apple pie with a World Piece logo carved on top as vent holes won’t kill you! But chewing on pie crust right after you’ve had a molar pulled will.|
|The RV has a sweet parking spot where it will stay all summer. But beware! With all the wind and lightning, parking under a tree can be a hazard.|
|There’s that apple pie again. Well, at least I could eat the ice cream without hurting my mouth.|
|This field of dreams looks innocent enough, but that corn will be chest high by the 4th of July, and my dog could get lost in that jungle.|
|Everything in Iowa is super-sized — including the poison ivy that is growing along this fence line. I’m highly allergic and, not to be a pessimist, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I start itching the moment I get on my first flight to New Zealand.|
|Sometimes the biggest perils can come in the smallest packages. It has been hard to sleep at night with these little buggers crawling around in my bed. I’ve pulled at least 6 of them off of my dog so far — and only 3 off of me.|
|Nothing is sacred. If you leave the milk for your latte unattended, someone might help themselves.|