I did take a some pictures appearing on today's post, but many of the offerings are borrowed from other media.
The photo above was actually taken yesterday, but once again it reflects the morning we are experiencing here in North Idaho.
Vehicles have a thick coat of frost, mud puddles are iced over. Plus, it's dry and cold and pretty outside, as evidenced by this morning's photos below.
Twenty years ago on this day, a sunny but snowy morning set the scene for our last good bye's to our dad Harold Tibbs.
Read his amazing life story in the link.
We all had gathered and spent the night at Sacred Heart Hospital where he had been air-lifted from Bonner General Hospital the week before.
He died peacefully that morning, and, with that moment, our immediate family changed dramatically.
We lost our mother ten years later, and I do remember an older brother noting that "We're all orphans now."
It's hard to believe that 20 years have passed since that day, but to consider an inventory of what's happened in the world and with each family member in those years brings on the reality that, yes, 20 years have passed since Harold left us on Nov. 21, 2003.
I can't help but believe that he'd be pretty proud of what his descendants have accomplished in their lives.
Not so much, though, with what's happening in the world, the nation, the state and the county.
Anyway, Hats off to you, Harold.
We have not forgotten you and still remember pretty much every day how important it is not to take any wooden nickels or to stick beans up our noses AND to always shut the gate.
The photo above made me laugh yesterday when I saw it on Facebook. So, I borrowed it from whoever in the Gunter family posted it.
The image still makes me laugh this morning.
Actually, Pat Gunter has a knack for making people laugh.
He made an audience of a few hundred laugh during performances of the Drill Team Variety Show at Sandpoint High, held during the golden age of the early 1970s.
That was when he, a rather tall and lanky teen, rode his tricycle onto the stage, and dang trike bucked him off.
His performance, along with Tom Evans' pantomime of the 10 o'clock whistle and Jim Hubbard's paper-bag rendition of "Here Duck, Hear Duck," kept people in stitches.
At a later time, as an "adult," Pat rode and remained aboard his high-octane motorcycle while riding it up a flight of stairs near the Old Donkey Jaw, now known as Eichardts.
A much smaller audience, myself included, gasped and laughed and probably kept an eye out for cops when Pat accomplished that feat.
Pat also made me laugh a couple of years ago when he and his friend Dave used their hands to make a sign, and let's just say it was NOT the sign of the cross. I think they were talking about county commissioners as they gestured for my camera.
I'll be nice and not post that picture.
It's wonderful to have people around your community who know how to make people laugh, no matter how old or young at heart they happen to be.
I can only imagine what Pat told Santa before he fell asleep on his lap.
Thank you, Pat, for you! You are a local treasure.
I did something yesterday for the first time ever in my old life. I believe it's important to keep looking for the "first's" and to give them a try.
It dawned on me that if I made some tomato soup and it worked, I could find a way to use those hundreds and hundreds of tomatoes I picked from the bounty crop in this year's garden and stored in the freezers.
I looked up recipes for tomato soup, looking for the easiest. One of the recipes had only three ingredients: cooked tomatoes, butter/margarine and half an onion.
I had two of the three and asked Bill to pick up an onion on his way home from the store.
After Gonzaga's loss to Goliath occurred and my sisters headed home, I began preparing the soup, which the ingredients were blended, required some more cooking.
We had a late dinner last night, but it was worth the wait. The soup turned out pretty tasty. My only disappointment was the remnants of cherry tomato skins floating around in the mixture, but their presence didn't detract too much.
Of course, the toasted cheese sandwiches to go along with the soup topped off the dinner.
I have soup leftover and hundreds more tomatoes for upcoming batches. BTW: the soup is really rich.
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If you are 33, do NOT read this.
It will mean nothing.
If you're twice that age, maybe!
My friend and editor Helen sent it to me on the day before her 33-plus birthday.
Like me, some of you may identify.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/11/20/aging-acceptance-wisdom-albert-bierstadt/
I borrowed this from Facebook. It needs no explanation.
Looks like Schweitzer may have enough snow for its Thanksgiving weekend opening on Friday.
Yes, Goliath and his troops came alive in yesterday's Gonzaga-Purdue men's basketball game at the Maui Invitational.
I have to admit being a bit surprised at how well the ZAGS held off the big man throughout the first half.
Then, he got his act together, along with a few other Purdue players.
The sports commentators were obviously very surprised at how GOOD Gonzaga was in this rebuilding year.
They may lose a few because they play a lot of good teams, but they are always fun to watch.
Today Gonzaga takes on Syracuse at 11:30 a.m.
ESPN2
GO, ZAGS !!!
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