Tuesday twitter and tumble

I read about twitters and tumbles yesterday.

The deck looks better now cuz all the planters have a fresh coat of barn-red paint.

Those carrots that hibernated over the winter in my garden tasted mighty good last night---boil, salt, pepper, Imperial margarine, a sprinkle of garlic and about two tablespoons of brown sugar . . . . yum, yum.

I found a nail . . . that was after digging up about two feet of wet sod out in the woods. The metal detector kept buzzing and screeching, but I got tired of digging.

Twitters are tiny thoughts that tumble out of your brain.

The Clintons must be overcome with ghoulish delight today. Iz Jeremiah Wright on their payroll or on the Republicans?

I hear the Feds' check with money I once owned and that they're giving back to me is in the mail . . . I'll pay for rototiller repair. I know that will pump money into Tony's economy. Lord knows he'll need it for the gas he uses to drive over here from Priest River.

Kea eats shoes every morning. She prefers Bill's hikers.

Susan Hubbard sure was smart when I had her as a student. Now, she teaches five-syllable scientific stuff at Notre Dame----and works for NASA. Not a bad showing for a grad from a hick town. She says her brother Paul stands 6 feet, 10 inches. He does smart stuff too.

I gave my mother this year's first daffodil from the Lovestead. Today there's a lotta yellow splashes showing up all over the place.

Grandpapa found Bill's most recent cache deposit sometime before 6 a.m. yesterday. Grandpapa loved the Ginter Fish and Game cache site out there on Rapid Lightning Road as much as we did.

Gotta watch for those ticks, though. They're out early this year. I've flicked one a week from my body already. Where's Brad Paisley when you need him?

Neil Diamond ranks right up there with Joan Baez on my list and with REM on Willie's. And, Neil's gonna show the American Idol contestants how to sing his songs tonight. Ought to be a great show. I liked it last week too, cuz prolific composer Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber has also created some wonderful notes.

Paint washes away in the rain; better not do that today.

This week's writing project has so much good twitter and tumble in it, I don't know where to start. Lili Pasteur lives in the Netherlands but rents a horse and rides the week-long Chief Joseph Trail Ride every year---well, at least since 2002. Bill and my favorite line from her interview: . . . on Monday morning, still a chill in the air, when the scouts call out that we leave in ten minutes - I mount Quicksilver . . . we stand for a while waiting while hundreds of Appaloosas assemble . . . a last sip of water for the horse and then the final signal is passed along . . . 'Moving out!' If I die on that moment, it will be the happiest way to cross the divide I can think of.

Twitter me your moment in life which would suffice to be your last . . . in the meantime, I'll tumble right out of here.

Twitter on, folks!