Return to Nasal Drip . . . .

My morning walk today revealed a couple of news briefs.  There's snow on them thar hills, and I'd better load up my pockets with more kleenex.

It's Nasal Drip season. 

Yup, we had a wild and woolly weather event last night.  

My friend Helen invited me to attend a meeting where she gave a passionate and informative talk on books and how they're a treasure in our lives.

She also gave a test and suggested beforehand that I was gonna do well on it.  

That intimidated me, especially cuz Marilyn Dalby Sabella sat right next to me.  Helen said Marilyn was gonna do well on the test too. 

That really intimidated me so I kept my paper covered as we took the test.  I didn't want Marilyn to know how dumb I really am when it comes to books. 

Do you folks out there know what century paper was invented and in what country?

I know you'll know cuz you'll cheat by looking up the answer on Wikipedia or some similar site.

Well, we didn't have access to anything but our brains, so I didn't know the answer to that question----or a lot of others, for that matter.

Sure enough Marilyn blew away the competition and won the pot holder for knowing so much about books.  

I wish I would have had a lifeline.  I'd a called my sister Mary.  She may have given Marilyn a run for her money.

Anyway, it was a great program, and I did feel somewhat smart about a few questions. 

When the presentation ended, Helen escorted me----the guest---to the door so they could proceed with their business meeting. 

As the door opened, the wind blew in.  Twas bitter cold out there.  Quite a change in an hour's time.

A few heaters went on in this house as soon as Bill and I returned, almost simultaneously from our evening social gatherings.  

In his case, it was choir practice at the Presbyterian Church.  With my singing talents, I was actually better off going to the book presentation. 

This morning when I went out to take the horses to pasture, I could see that we had, indeed, received some rain overnight----enough for a nice bath for a dirty landscape.

AND, in the darkness I could see those WHITE runs on Schweitzer.  That confirmed the fact that Rusty Irish did not have to go TOO far in his trusty logging truck to snap those photos,  for Facebook,  of white stuff on the landscape.  

It's been a while since I can remember Schweitzer having white runs on Oct. 3. 

Quick weather transition, that's for sure.  Now, however, the sky is blue,  and it looks like  we have a brisk, beautiful October day ahead.

Speaking of Schweitzer, I saw last night that Schweitzer Magazine 2012-2013 is out.  

I'll leave you today with a link to the online version, which includes what could be my last-ever feature story.

It's a poignant story about Schweitzer's first manager Sam Wormington, who died in 2011. 

Later today,  I'll grab some print copies and drop them off to his daughter Colleen and to my mother.  

Mother really enjoyed heckling Sam during his last year of life, and he did a great job heckling her back.  

We all miss him and his yodeling.   Here's the link to the story:    

http://www.schweitzermagazine.com/currentissue.html

Let it load and then go to pages 14-16.

Happy Wednesday.  Go read a book, and tell Helen I sent you!