Foggy Friday

 

Bill went to Spokane to watch the ZAGS women win their 28th game. I assured him I'd be on the couch at the same time watching the ZAGS men win their 21st game.

We both agreed that we'd be tuning in to the Washington State-Arizona game. After all, a WSU win would certainly seal the deal for us to have a whole lot more exciting basketball bouncing around this area. 

By golly, all three teams won.  More than likely, the most exciting win took place in Tucson as the Cougs left the gym with their second win over No. 4 Arizona (current record 20-6; compare that with unranked ZAGS 21-6)  this season and with the top spot in their conference.

Iz that league two teams, or is it 12?  Hard to keep track of the Pac 12/2. 

Anyway, with last night's trifecta of Inland Northwest college basketball wins, it's looking like the seasons may move on past February.   

I know now that Bill's boss/friend and my friend Mike, an ultimate COUG fan, is going to change his tune: Gonzaga who????

Up until now, Mike has actually acted like he appreciates his annual ZAGS poster, but the COUGS have probably changed that.   

Some may wonder why I'm not showing too much concern for former ZAGS assistant coach Tommy Lloyd who lost to the COUGS last night. 

I'm not worried about Tommy, especially because earlier this week, he signed a contract for a hefty salary to stay with Arizona for five years. 

He'll survive. 

And, so with all the hoopla from last night's games, I didn't really mind the foggy Friday morning. 

Bridie and I had a great walk this morning through the hay field, and the bird songs had even increased since yesterday. 

A lovely feeling of spring is upon us, and, yes, we're supposed to have more snow, but we can live with what little comes. 

I am disappointed that we did not see a grader on the road yesterday.  

While coming back from an afternoon drive with the dogs to the Hope peninsula, I watched my speedometer while traveling behind a pickup and trailer from Selle Road to our driveway. 

One mile per hour.  Yup, I was going that fast while the pickup and trailer may have been going 1.5 miles per hour over Pothole Minefield. 

Too slow for the big truck with the duelies behind me.  It passed both me and the pickup and trailer. I admit to giving the driver through shaded windows a dirty or should I say "muddy" look. 

So, the slop's still out there, and I think I'm going to tell Luke Mayville to bring his troops with their clipboards to South Center Valley Road cuz they could possibly get a lot of petitions for open primaries signed as drivers take our "back road to the dump."  

They wouldn't even have to get out of their cars to sign.  And, the petitioners could pick up a lot of Fitbit steps while talking to drivers. 

Just a thought. 

Speaking of Fitbit steps and how to cheat to get your required number, my friend Dick Gooby has found a way.  

It involves a cat. 

Gooby Ranch Report

 

Mary Ann decided we needed a house cat because we were inundated with mice, rats, moles and ground squirrels.

We went to the Beaverhead Animal Shelter and looked over all their cats.  Mary Ann wanted a cat that would stay in the house, kill rodents and still be my lap cat when it wasn’t harvesting varmints.

We looked at a bunch of cats and finally picked one that was a female, light tan and seemed to like me.  We decided to take her home and named her Amber.  When we got home, Mary Ann showed the cat around the house and where she put the cat food.

It's been two weeks since we got Amber, and she still hasn’t eaten any of the cat food.  It’s obvious she prefers locally grown food.  Mary Ann is really proud of Amber for focusing on the rodents.

Amber is doing a really good job.  Since we live in a cabin with a dirt floor.  Mary Ann had to rake the mole hills flat only three times this week.  Before we got Amber, she had to rake the floor five times a week.

I’m supposed to walk 10,000 steps a day.  Whenever I stand up to go for a walk, Amber jumps in front of me and demands pets.  If I don’t stop, she rubs on my ankles until she trips me.  By the time I stop, bend down, pick her up, pet her, and put her down it takes at least 10 seconds.

With Amber in front of me I have an excuse for not walking 10,000 steps.  I was worried but I checked with my pal Ernie down at the bar and he said that every time I bend down, pick up the cat and pet her, it should count as 100 steps.

Now I'm getting way more steps a day than I'm required to get. 

                                                                                                                                                                   

                 

  Is someone spying on me and relaying information to the county gods while I do my blog posts?

I know that happens, but this is truly amazing. 

Fifteen minutes ago I wrote all that stuff about our terrible road and even proposed ideas for utilizing the slow traffic. 

Just now, Bill yelled up to me, "Go to the dormer window and look south toward the road." 

At first, I couldn't see anything.  Then, I thought for an instant that it was a mirage.

But I've documented it.  The grader is going by today.  Our intimate relationships with all drivers past our house will soon come to an end. 

Scrap that South Center Valley Road petition venue idea, Luke Mayville.  

And, to Commissioner Luke Omodt and the county, thank you. 

Our rigs will live to roll another day. 

Happy Friday.