Liberation Sunday

The Daily Bee has finally acknowledged the error of its noise-ordinance story. And apologized! The "clarification" appeared in this morning's North Idaho Sunday right next to the "Who Am I" column. So, I'm free! There IS hope.

I can now mow my lawn during the day. Bill has to play his tuba from 6:30 a.m. until 10 p.m., and there will be continued bliss at the Love house.

Today's entry will be a bits 'n pieces blog. I'll contribute several times, maybe.

In a short time, the Laumatias and I will head north to Bonners Ferry, pick up Mother along the way, attend Mass at St. Ann's, eat breakfast at the Chic n' Chop and then spend a little time at the beautiful Bird Refuge.

Maybe Sefo can go see a beautiful North Idaho waterfall at Myrtle Falls just across the street from the headquarters. The weather is perfect for such a visit. I hope the thousands of geese are doing their usual honking.

So, more later . . . .

It's now later, almost 2 p.m. We didn't make it to Myrtle Falls or the Bird Refuge, but God had to be smiling on three little angels at St. Ann's Catholic Church today. I've never seen kids that age even come close to behaving so well.

We then went to the Chic 'n Chop where all seven of us ate ample breakfasts for $21.00 total. I'd call the Chic 'n Chop the Hoot Owl of Bonners Ferry. Not big on ambience but long on satisfied tummies.

Bill's hauling some Presbyterian stuff to the transfer station. I don't know if it's what's left over from their rummage sale or just junk. Nonetheless, that's the best place to take stuff because to some folks it's the Colburn Mall where the prices are right.

Have been burning weeds out by the pond and scraping some of the winter crud off my horses. They haven't minded a bit. They're the only horses I've ever seen that fight over who's gonna get trimmed. I seldom put a halter on them for clipping except to keep one from pushing the other out of the way.

Love this sun!

More later . . .

Now, it's even later, a little after 4 p.m. Just two hours until the Oscars. I know they ARE hyped up, but I still like to watch them to see who's eloquent and who makes a total fool out of themselves. Even though the teleprompters tell 'em what to say, there's always a chance for surprises, even with the 5 second delay.

Went to the Co Op and got some sweet yellow clover seed to sow on the south side of our mounds above the pond. I've wanted to plant flowers along there, but the clover ought to keep it pretty until I do.

The horses now have worm medicine, and they're going to get their feet trimmed this week if John Fuller's back from Mexico. He's my philosopher and horse shoer. He told me shortly after I retired that, at this age, we're in the final quarter and we can't waste time on the B.S. I've been living John's words ever since. Damn good advice.

So, on this "Liberation Sunday," I, like the Daily Bee, have freed myself of a little guilt by attending Mass and not wasting very many moments God's gift of gorgeous weather.

That's all, folks!