At this time of the winter, it's nice to find something positive about a new blanket of snow. In our case, it's the outdoor refrigerator for Bill's iced tea.
Let's see. What else is there? It's Saturday so no snow day for the kids, so no value there.
I've had enough at this point, and as I've said before, even the "pretty" no longer thrills me. Instead, it's "pretty" much time for it to stop.
I know better, though. We have more coming this evening.
At least this morning's dump is light and feathery. Still, Bill spent more than an hour with the snowblower and tractor, making sure this layer has been punched back so we can make room for more.
It's a busy Saturday ahead with both of us going separate ways. Bill will head into Spokane to watch the Gonzaga women play their last home game, while I'll go into town to take some photos of today's Medicaid petition push and maybe gather a few signatures.
If you want to sign, go to Evans Brothers coffee house around 9:30, and you'll find folks happy to have you add your name to a petition----if you haven't already done so, of course.
As I look back over this week, it's been busy. I've had the honor of meeting several folks for the first time while interviewing them for story assignments.
Of course, each of them can tell fascinating stories about their lives, so, as always, that's been fun for me.
I won't tell you any more because the information will not be published for a while, and it's not good to be a spoiler.
Our taxes went to the accountant this week, and the Lovestead home pre-preparation went fairly smoothly, with Bill asking me only a few questions which involved no tearing the house apart to find where the heck the answers are.
That scenario has happened in past years, so I guess we're getting better at our year-long organization of important documents.
This week I've also kept up my news junkie habits, and I must say that it seems more and more that our world has been turned upside down.
Long-held, sacred values, ideals and institutions in our country continue to take daily hits and the "you can't make this up" reactions continue to disorder my mind, causing me to keep yelling "not nice" words at the television set.
It seems we Americans are quickly becoming either the victims, the villains or the leading actors in one big reality show.
It's becoming increasingly difficult to follow the script because the story line flashes from one subject to the other with the blink of an eye.
"That was a doozy," from the short story "Harrison Bergeron," has actually come out of my mouth a few times this week.
It's a strange, unfamiliar and unsettling world we're experiencing in these United States. In fact, in my mind, it all seems more like we're experiencing an American nightmare than an American dream.
Sad.
So, I'll keep on looking for and accentuating the bright spots and the good, honest, inspiring people in the world I know. This week I must say the courage and conviction of a host of articulate young people has stood out and provided some hope.
Fortunately, we still do see and experience lots of uplifting moments through good people and they are so appreciated at times like these.
Happy Saturday. GO, ZAGS vs BYU ---5 p.m. PST, ESPN2.
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