Twas minus 1 when Bridie and I went out for our second walk.
I think we have survived the coldest of the cold spell.
Days like we're experiencing are some of my favorites during any given year.
It's pretty. It's dry, and if we bundle up sufficiently, the cold is not that bad.
Yesterday I had a flaw in outdoor dress.
I didn't realize it until I'd walked about a quarter mile north on our road.
A brisk wind had enough strength to blow my headgear off. That's when I discovered that I had grabbed my baseball cap instead a the stocking cap.
The walk back, with that wind still blowing, did get a bit nippy on my ears, which weren't covered.
It doesn't take long for bare skin to react to temperatures this cold.
We aren't going to warm up too much because our overnight low will be zero, but by Thursday, we'll be thinking it's pretty balmy out there with 5 degrees for the low.
Anywho, it's a great week for enjoying some time outside and other time keeping warm inside.
Yesterday part of my keeping warm involved a class-reunion planning committee at DiLuna's Restaurant.
We're four meetings in to our planning and having lots of fun getting together every month.
We'll celebrate our 60th-year reunion in late September.
Yesterday, we added a new feature to our meetings. From now on, when we get together, we're gonna call someone in the class.
We selected Gary Finney as our first "victim." He seemed to be okay with the intrusion, even after I chastised him for not honking when he drove by me on the road yesterday.
He didn't even stop to say hi. This is the guy who honks almost every time he drives past our place, regardless of time of day.
Gary told me that he didn't recognize me out there walking yesterday morning. Plus, he said it was too cold to stop.
In our brief conversation, Gary announced that he sure would like to see Kip Phelps show up at the reunion AND did we call Bobbie McGhee?
Yes, Sharon Clark Bayless nodded, so Gary was happy with that.
Anyway, if anyone reading this knows Kip Phelps, tell him that his presence is desired at the reunion. Kip's mother Ruby taught English and advised the Monticola at Sandpoint High.
She retired the year I graduated from the University of Idaho, so guess who took her place!
Timing was very fortunate for me. It turned out to be a teaching job that lasted for a career of 33 years, right in my alma mater.
Plus, Mrs. Phelps' lesson plans were helpful for this rookie teacher.
At the time, I didn't exactly have the "great lesson plans of the world" all worked out, like our present governmental administration seems to have done.
So, I relied on and trusted Ruby's knowledge and experience, gradually working my way into developing my own individual touch to teaching the children.
I kinda think that's the way it ought to be in pretty much anything we do which involves other human beings.
Rely on and trust past successes, tweek as you begin to get on your feet and go along a calm pathway
With such a strategy, you get better and, best yet, your recipients don't suffer in the process.
Seems like some people could sure take a lesson from that concept.
I'm forever grateful to Ruby Phelps for her kindness and her willingness to help me when I was a rank beginner in the teaching world.
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Now, to another topic from yesterday.
I learned that it's possible little pygmy owls might just be social creatures.
After they saw my blog, I heard from two neighbors who live north of us.
Janice and Mark had their owl sighting on Jan. 15.
Here's what Janice reported:
We
had this little visitor on Jan 15.
He bumped our slider window and we
put him in a basket to rest. He did not appear scared. In fact he was
very interested in Mark.
He flew off when we went in the house. He
seemed to enjoy socializing as he made eye contact with Mark.
Pretty sweet!
Later, I heard from Jack further up the road. He had a pygmy owl show up in his barn and spend some quality time with him.
From Jack:
I saw your photos of your owl encounter today.
I had a similar experience a few years ago in my barn.
I was able to get several photos, and, like you, the little guy just let me talk to him(or her?) and did not seem to be concerned.
Pretty fascinating, and I do hope we see Little Pygmy again.
We're keeping our fingers crossed for the Sandpoint girls varsity basketball team.
After defeating Lewiston in a tournament loser-out game, the league-leading Bulldogs will host the Lakeland Hawks in the first game of the regional tournament.
It's a Best 2 out of 3, with the winner earning a State berth.
Tip-off is at 6 p.m. in Les Rogers Gym.
The game will be streamed on Fan Hudl, so get on there and root for the Bulldogs.
GOOD LUCK, BULLDOGS !!!
🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀
Today I'm dedicating the following catchy tune to Willie and his team in honor of their quest for State.
I've been hearing it at basketball games and love it. Hope you do too.
Also hope the Sandpoint band can get the music.
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