It's Saturday, and I've already washed my hair. I'm going into the city today to reconnect with my friends at the coffee cult. Haven't been there since June, and I bet I've missed a lot of juicy commentary on what's going on in Sandpoint, Dover, Hope and all parts in between. Today, I can add Selle to the correspondents' reports.
I'm hoping they'll recognize me because it seems like so long ago that we sat at Di Luna's where my big news was the upcoming big move. As I recall, there was hardly a quorum the last time we met. Penny had gone off for her six-week trip with Amy and Olivia to Canada and the South country. The other day, on one of my first trips to town to do something other than haul more stuff from the old place, I was driving down Boyer toward the museum and there were Penny and Amy.
I stopped to say hi and ask how their trip went. They looked a little fatigued and told me they'd been back no more than an hour. They hadn't even taken their suitcases to the house yet. I'm sure by now Penny is rested, and she'll bring an album of snapshots to share at the cult.
Frances Crandell may bring her daughter Cathy to the cult this morning cuz she may be home for her 30th-year class reunion. I've already done my homework and skimmed the 1976 Monticola cuz Lennie Hess invited me to the reunion a couple of weeks ago.
The classmates met last night at the Power House and will meet tonight for hamburgers and lemonade (ha ha) at the Elks. Could be the Power House even might keep Cathy from wanting to come to coffee, but then again, a cup of coffee might be just what she needs this morning. Anyway, I'll probably see her sometime today because I'll be dropping in on tonight's reunion gathering for a glass of Hooties' lemonade.
It will be interesting to see what my friends' thoughts are on all the sniping that seems to occur at City Council meetings these days, and, of course, they're bound to have some spirited opinions on the tax rollback. I do believe they may not all agree on how it's being handled. Some will think it's great, while others may wonder about the politics of it all.
I've got to ask Maggie of Dover about that million-dollar house going in on the bluff at Dover Bay. Paul Perry told me last night at Second Avenue that he did the first construction up there at the bluff. It was his tree house, and it didn't cost nearly so much as what's going in there right now. Let's hope this million-dollar baby brings in lots of tax dollars; I'm sure Paul's taxes on his tree house were considerably less back in the '50s when life at Dover was so much more simple and serene.
It will be nice to hear from Sue Austin, now that her hubby Jim is fully retired from the Safeway pharmacy. Of course, that is if we see Sue Austin. I saw Jim about ten days ago, and he told me they've been going someplace every day since he retired. I recognized that beam in his eye that confirmed for sure he's a man enjoying his freedom.
I haven't seen my classmate Donna Coulter since either of us turned 59. So, it will be good to see her and compare notes about the thoughts of reaching the big Six-O next year. Of course, it will also be good to remind her that she reaches the magic mark before I do.
As always, it should be a fun time at the coffee cult today. Maybe some bleary-eyed stragglers who stayed out all night at the reunion will also show up at Di Luna's and we can heckle them like we do everyone else we know who walks through the door. Once I've spent some time back at that round table (the table top was donated to Di Luna's by the cult), I'll know that life is returning to normal.
Of course, it's Crazy Days in Sandpoint, so maybe I'm speaking too soon.
Happy Saturday all.
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