Saturday Slight

It's downhill from here. Darn. Those days will get shorter now, and winter's just six months away. Why am I talking about such things? Enough reminders of dark times. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood and time for the Saturday Slight.

Yesterday I dealt with the subject of taped up noses and styrofoam eye goggles. Today I must touch on broken dishes, lots of them. That's what we did last night over Priest River way. I did a nice job on a cup. When I flung it at that big rock, it shattered in several dozen tiny pieces. That was good. Other people were throwing plates and smashing them to smithereens. It was a wild party, to say the least.

The police didn't come, though, although we did have a marine deputy there. He even threw a couple of plates, although, as I recall, he had to throw two or three times before they broke. In all, I'd say a couple of dozen plates and maybe a dozen cups were destroyed during the 15-minute free-for-all. It got a little dangerous at times cuz while some revelers were picking their dishes out of the residue, others were throwing theirs at the rocks. Nobody got hurt, though, and today's bride and groom will have a lot of luck.

It's an old German tradition to gather up dishes and break them the night before a wedding. The more pieces of broken plates and cups in the pile, the better the luck for the couple. So, everyone made doubly sure last night that they didn't stop flinging until all designated dishes had reached the smithereen state.

Dan Raiha is getting married this afternoon, and it's for sure he and Tina will have lots of luck. His family and close friends saw to that at a fun party last night at "Dan's Place." It says that on the cedar log at his driveway entrance. We had a great time reconnecting with Raiha family members and meeting members of Tina's family.

We returned to Sandpoint just about the same time that Annie was driving in from Seattle. Bill and I hadn't had any dinner, so I paid my first visit to The Point and bought a couple of cheeseburgers. It was a 15-minute wait but worth the time for the burger. I don't usually eat onions on my burger, but last night's version was too good to pick apart. That might have something to do with the fact that it was a midnight snack/supper.

Today is Miss Kiwi's second birthday. She's had two doggie biscuits for her early morning celebration and will, no doubt, get a few more as the day goes on. We love her as much or more than the first day we laid eyes on her at the Bonner County Fair. It's possible we may get another Border Collie later this year cuz Kiwi's former family are considering raising one more batch from Sam, Kiwi's mother. There's just something about a Border Collie that's hard to resist.

Yesterday, Bill brought a host of forestry-oriented folks to the Lovestead who'd enrolled in a class about whitepine tree care. About 3 p.m. the rigs started arriving. They filled up the entire driveway, and then I filled them up with some of my Appaloosa cookies---those are the ones with chocolate, white chocolate and butterscotch chips. They did a little tree pruning and then went on their way.

I still haven't heard if Chad Moore captured his honey bees. Geneva Meserve from next door called up and wanted to know his name and how to call him. They had just returned from several days at Lake Koocanusa and found two swarms of Chad's bees having a good time in their yard. I don't know how you go lassoo a swarm of bees and take them back home to their hives, but I'm sure beekeepers have found their ways.

It's been a busy week and looks like more crazy days ahead, but lots of memories are brewing in the pot, and that's okay with me. Happy Saturday to all.