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I think the ski reporter from Schweitzer called it "blue-bunny powder."  He was ecstatic this morning while announcing a fresh six inches of snow overnight.

While finishing up my stall shoveling, I was ecstatic for the skiers and for the flat landers.  That six inches of snow was rain down below.  Probably not six inches, but enough to wash things down a bit.

And, now there's blue sky and white billowy clouds are floating over "the mountain."  Maybe by the time I finish this morning's babble, I can snap a photo and show you one of the few ski resorts in the West, doing well this winter.

Once again, the stars lined up and gave folks here what they wanted. 

I walked down another road in Selle yesterday and dealt with a little mud and a little ice.  Still, West Shingle Mill Road provided me a nice walk on a springlike afternoon and some good visiting with two former students----Keith Johnson and Sandy Compton.

Keith farms, logs and boards horses.  He was out working on a piece of heavy equipment when I walked by.  We visited for nearly an hour.  

Sandy writes.  He's an author, columnist and outdoors lover.  He was visiting a friend across the road from Keith's.  

Sandy was a senior in my student-teaching English class back in 1969, while Keith came along as a sophomore in the '70s. I had good experiences with both.

I also spent part of the day writing.  Finally, I've come up with a format for my alumni profiles.  At first, I entertained the "bold" idea of putting together 90 profiles to be read every single morning on the SHS bulletin.

After sending out the surveys, though, I found that busy people are busy people.  Responding to my survey was pretty low on some of their lists of priorities, so I scaled back to one profile per week.

Teachers will probably accepting of the weekly dose anyway.

It's been fun putting together the profiles AND very inspiring to track the directions these students have taken since high school. 

So far, I've formatted profiles on two college professors, one weed-control specialist, a wedding photographer and a Hollywood box-office analyst.

I'm trying to provide a cross section of interests, ages and experiences in hopes of something for all the students sitting in those classroom desks, hopefully listening.

Wow, that image out the west window is nothing less than breath-taking at this very moment:  fog below the mountain, snow-capped trees on the mountain and billowy clouds starting to envelop the snow-white runs.

Too early to take a picture, though.  Maybe the mountain will turn pink like it did yesterday morning.  Tough having to look at that view every morning, but someone's gotta do it.

Speaking of tough, it was tough to watch that national championship football game last night and even tougher watching the guy in the LSU cap on the couch go from intensity to nodding off during the last quarter.

Bill's Tigers lost their growl early on and never regained it.  I saw one headline this morning that called the game a dud.  I'm wondering if the hash, rehash will be more of a blame game or singing praises to the toughest defensive team ever.  

Alabama was more than stingy last night, and LSU wrote a perfect chapter for the Idiots' Guide to Losing the Big Game.   

Too bad, but we move on.  So far, our ZAGS have hung in there.  We hope they can continue their winning ways with their big game against St. Mary's Thursday night.

Willie has a big JV game tonight in Coeur d'Alene.  He's gonna have some family fans there too, in the form of 9-year-old triplets from Plummer who love basketball.  I'd like to go, but too many chores around here.    Good luck, Bulldogs!

I hear CHEEEEEEZEburger, CHEEEEEEZeburger outside my open window.  Love that sound because it always seems to announce spring, even in the dead of winter.  

Guess that's enough muttering for today.  I'd better go snap that picture of the mountain and post it. 

Happy Tuesday.