I'll be on the road during blog posting time. Willie's flight back to Boise leaves Spokane at 8:15 a.m., so that means getting up and getting in the car.
I'll post something a little later today. . . . maybe even good news about Big Blue.
Thanks for your patience.
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It's so hard to get into any synch once a day's routine has been broken, and mine was turned upside down this morning. Still, the early morning hours were pleasant as I drove Willie back to the Spokane airport.
By now, he's back home, fussing with the grandpuppies, maybe taking a nap and then getting ready to go off to work at the Idaho Press-Tribune. It's a busy season with high-school fall sports just getting off the ground and each team's season just about to begin, so they're putting together a special fall sports edition for the paper.
We had a nice, brief visit with him yesterday. Didn't see much of him because he was working most of the day on stuff related to fall and seasons and such. We did most of our catching up during a summer dinner of barbecued tri-tip steaks, garden veggies (smothered in Imo potato topping, margarine and cheddar cheese), garlic bread and fresh garden salad.
Afterward, we went over to Colburn so he could check in on his grandma and swap a few stories with Barbara and Laurie. Then, off to bed for all of us to get some rest before the 4:30 alarm sounded.
Bill and two dogs are off today, off to Two Mouth Lakes in the Selkirk Mountains. Bill says it's a 4-mile hike in, and it will be several hours of casting flies out to lure fish before the 4 miles out. He'll spend a lot of time calling Kea too. While Kiwi loves fly fishing, Kea loves to disappear.
And, now, I'm back from Spokane, still thinking about another event yesterday, Glen Nordgaarden's memorial service. It came as no surprise that the chapel lacked adequate space to pack everyone in. Some stood outside unable to hear or see the service, which was so eloquently led by Charlie Packard.
The service was, in its sheer numbers of mourners, a fitting tribute to a human being who affected everyone in the same upbeat, positive manner. Two women spoke of how short a time they had known Glen and how every time they left a conversation with him, they felt better.
Today I move on to other things, including another chapter in the Big Blue Saga. Actually, that started yesterday when I came home determined, after seeing the thing emptying itself once more as I left for town. This time it was nice enough to rid itself of almost every drop of water.
That made it a lot easier to pick it up, pick up the tarp underneath and do some more leveling. I also took extra time, making sure the bottom seam was located correctly, ALL the way around.
Practice makes perfect---well, close anyway. It's looking good, much more like the picture on the box and much like all those others throughout the neighborhood.
We're supposed to see a temperature near 100 this afternoon, so you can bet on the fact that I'm gonna give my more stable, more shapely Big Blue a workout later today.
In the meantime, there is still watering to do; in this case, it's live stuff instead of unruly blue vinyl.
Happy Thursday to all. Stay cool.
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It's so hard to get into any synch once a day's routine has been broken, and mine was turned upside down this morning. Still, the early morning hours were pleasant as I drove Willie back to the Spokane airport.
By now, he's back home, fussing with the grandpuppies, maybe taking a nap and then getting ready to go off to work at the Idaho Press-Tribune. It's a busy season with high-school fall sports just getting off the ground and each team's season just about to begin, so they're putting together a special fall sports edition for the paper.
We had a nice, brief visit with him yesterday. Didn't see much of him because he was working most of the day on stuff related to fall and seasons and such. We did most of our catching up during a summer dinner of barbecued tri-tip steaks, garden veggies (smothered in Imo potato topping, margarine and cheddar cheese), garlic bread and fresh garden salad.
Afterward, we went over to Colburn so he could check in on his grandma and swap a few stories with Barbara and Laurie. Then, off to bed for all of us to get some rest before the 4:30 alarm sounded.
Bill and two dogs are off today, off to Two Mouth Lakes in the Selkirk Mountains. Bill says it's a 4-mile hike in, and it will be several hours of casting flies out to lure fish before the 4 miles out. He'll spend a lot of time calling Kea too. While Kiwi loves fly fishing, Kea loves to disappear.
And, now, I'm back from Spokane, still thinking about another event yesterday, Glen Nordgaarden's memorial service. It came as no surprise that the chapel lacked adequate space to pack everyone in. Some stood outside unable to hear or see the service, which was so eloquently led by Charlie Packard.
The service was, in its sheer numbers of mourners, a fitting tribute to a human being who affected everyone in the same upbeat, positive manner. Two women spoke of how short a time they had known Glen and how every time they left a conversation with him, they felt better.
Today I move on to other things, including another chapter in the Big Blue Saga. Actually, that started yesterday when I came home determined, after seeing the thing emptying itself once more as I left for town. This time it was nice enough to rid itself of almost every drop of water.
That made it a lot easier to pick it up, pick up the tarp underneath and do some more leveling. I also took extra time, making sure the bottom seam was located correctly, ALL the way around.
Practice makes perfect---well, close anyway. It's looking good, much more like the picture on the box and much like all those others throughout the neighborhood.
We're supposed to see a temperature near 100 this afternoon, so you can bet on the fact that I'm gonna give my more stable, more shapely Big Blue a workout later today.
In the meantime, there is still watering to do; in this case, it's live stuff instead of unruly blue vinyl.
Happy Thursday to all. Stay cool.
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