So far, we have done no shoveling, blowing or plowing, but that may begin today.
So far, two Chuck-it balls have been lost in the snow.
Maybe when the warm-up and the rain come later today, we'll find them.
For now, we're just enjoying the holiday look outside as tree limbs continue to become loaded down with white stuff, unique icicles extend from the eaves and snow slides off the roof.
Last night we attended the SHS Bulldog girls home opener.
The game had a new twist never seen before in Bulldog gyms: a shot clock.
The folks at the scoring table, pictured below, had some new duties, keeping track of time left in each quarter, scoring, fouls and the shot clock.
We heard a couple of 9-8-7-6 . . . . chants during the game, but it didn't seem to have too much of an effect on the action.
It was the second game of the season for Willie's team, and they won handily 65-9, bringing their record to 2-0.
As you'll read in Max Oswald's article below, the tough match-ups are yet to come, so the players and the team as a unit are honing their skills in preparation for some challenging games ahead.
After the game while Willie went to the middle school to watch the JV team, Bill, Debbie and I grabbed a bite to eat at MickDuffs, which was so pretty in the evening light.
We enjoyed a good visit and some tasty sandwiches.
Bill thought he was going to a funeral in Post Falls today, but upon confirming the time, he realized the funeral was yesterday.
I guess it was a safe mistake since he won't have to drive the snowy roads after all.
ZAGS game day today.
Gonzaga takes on USC in Las Vegas.
Should be a fun and competitive match-up.
7 p.m. PST on ESPN
GO, ZAGS!!!
Earlier this week, I read a post by my friend Glenn noting that Irish singer/songwriter Shane McGowan had died.
Glenn's tribute was poignant and personal. After reading it, I checked out some information on Shane McGowan.
Much too often, I listen to music and don't pay attention to the names attached to songs. I simply love the song, and that seems to be enough for me.
It turns out that I have listened to Shane McGowan for years, and now I can attach his name to many Irish songs which I dearly love.
I have spent time off and on since the announcement of Shane McGowan's death reading about him. I've learned about the worldwide respect he enjoyed from giants of the music industry, including Bruce Springsteen and how he's been compared to Bob Dylan.
I read about his humble roots which were offset by a family that loved music. I learned about his addiction problems and the many gestures of love he showed for his wife via flowers and words.
And, I was a bit amazed by his scary teeth and his apparent need to at least be holding a cigarette while performing. To say he seemed eccentric would be an understatement, but to learn the depth of the love so many had toward him, in spite of his personal problems, is inspiring.
Add all that research to Glenn's comments, and it's hard not to be blown away by the impact of this man. And so, today, I'm leaving you with beautiful two songs featuring Shane McGowan.
Such a talent. Such a loss to the music world.
Now that I have a name and some stories to attach to the music, I appreciate it all the more.
First Glenn's words:
Rest in peace, Shane MacGowan.
His music and writing have been with me for decades. His deep lyrics and vocals had the ability to reach into your gut and allow you not to just hear the music but to feel the music to your core.
He IS what celtic/Irish folk music is to me. His music connected me back with my Irish roots, and with his music you can feel the poetic art and soul of Ireland and her people.
He was so much more than a front man. He was the the reason I loved the Pogues. The band has fabulous musicians and artful rhythms and brash punk attitude and it was all brought together by MacGowan.
I seldom write eulogies for famous folks, but Shane is different. I feel he was a friend and someone who spoke to me, often.
I am gutted, but his music performances ended years ago and he has been battling the reaper for several years.
He is resting now and I will truly miss this genius of a man.
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