Sunday WIP and Wolves

I kinda liked going on a slight detour last Sunday, taking several little writing jaunts throughout the day rather than one big morning trip down the freeway of thought. Only problem was that by the time "60 Minutes" came on last week, my passion for writing took its own side road in the form of nodding off at the wheel. So, I had to finish up Sunday's stuff on Monday morning.

The best laid plans of mice and men and women don't always work out as scheduled. That's one of those things I've learned many times along this earthly journey. So, I'm not going to let that lack of closure last week get in the way of trying another Sunday of postings throughout the day. And, who knows, maybe this concept may turn into a semi-regular feature of the ever unfolding slight detours from my normal routines. The name for this new feature will be an acronym for Work in Progress, aka Sunday WIP.

My first WIP today is to get to the bottom of a story I heard last night from Marilla and Kay Kemmis. They heard it at a birthday party yesterday afternoon from Stan Meserve. Stan seems to have spotted two wolves last week in his field---right next to ours. Now, all my faithful book readers know that if Marianne Love said she spotted a wolf, you've gotta take it with a pile of mud. Just ask Larry, Ardelle and Jolene Book---who've been there, done that.

But when Stan Meserve, who's lived in these Selle parts his entire life, says he spotted two wolves in his field--next to ours--I've gotta go do some sleuthing. The story goes that Stan even got out the binoculars to verify what he saw.

And, if the story's true, it will validate other claims around the Selle area where people say they've seen wolves. Better yet, it will lend a lot more credibility and respect to our sign (donated by the mud flung Book family), which warns everyone at the end of the driveway of a "wolf x-ing."

Stay tuned . . . check back for more Sunday WIPS. . . .

. . .WIP 2, High Noon: Still no word on the wolves. Stan and Geneva must be off visiting. We're off to Canuck Basin for the last of the fall colors. We're taking Mother with us too. So, she'll be snapping and I'll be snapping. Between the two of us, maybe we'll get some nice pictures. . . .

. . . WIP 3, refer to Monday morning posting. Another example of best laid plans changing or not coming to fruition.