Friday, May 16, 2025

"Lost" Weekend

 




While taking a spin through downtown with the dogs last night, I saw only half a dozen or so classic cars. 

I think that number going to change as the hours wind down toward the "Lost in the '50s" parade tonight. 

Four cars were parked on the same block as the 219 Lounge, and they were impressive. 

And, so we have yet another "Lost in the '50s" weekend, coordinated through the work of Carolyn Gleason and her gang of many volunteers.  

Hoping all goes well and that the weather doesn't put a damper on the car show tomorrow. 

It's also a weekend of sad good bye's to some Sandpoint notables, including my friend Helen. 

Just this morning, upon reading some news in the paper, I told Bill that the content would certainly be something Helen and I would waste no time discussing.  

Bill agreed, characterizing our oft-repeated telephone sessions as 911's to Helen. 

I've been missing those and will continue to do so. 

On the brighter side of recent events, this morning I also told Bill about the sight I saw after coming home from town.  He was out fishing so he didn't get to see it. 

When some deer came into the front pasture, my camera was just an arm's reach away.  So, I took it out and sneaked around the shop in hopes that I could catch some neat shots. 

The deer were on guard, so they wasted no time leaving the pasture and jumping the fence into the woods. 

A minute or so later, one of the group took off on a dead run.  Speed of lightning might come the closest to describing the scene.  I watched as did the other deer. 

Occasionally, Bridie will come into the house and, for no reason, launch off into a similar speed.  

The house layout is such that she can make a complete circle around the staircase from one room to another, following the pattern several times before collapsing to the floor. 

Twas exactly like Bridie as I watched the little deer race through the woods to the west and suddenly appear, still at high speed along the fence line.

I kept watching as did the other deer, in obvious amazement. 

I watched this same race against the elements and the trees repeat itself twice.  

Finally, its friends must have thought that looked like fun so they joined in on the intense race into the west woods. 

It was definitely one of those "I get to see this stuff" scenes which happens quite often in the country. 

I know that deer are speedy critters, but I've never seen one run that fast.

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Bill and I commented yesterday about how nice it was to have a day without something scheduled. 

We both happily worked at our individual projects without the need to look at the clock and hurry up. He spent most of his day in the woods, while I finished some yard projects. 

It felt good to complete something, rather than leaving it half done for something else on the scheduled "to do" list. 

At the end of the day, he went fishing and I drove to town to search for classic cars.  Before coming back to the house, I also drove from one end to the other of what's now a fully paved South Center Valley Road. 

My neighbor Janice described their mood while watching the paving project from their home where they've lived for 45 years as "kids in a candy store."  

I think overall, it's safe to say that moods are light and happy from one end of our road to the other. 

Again, thanks to the county workers and the other teams who completed this project. 

We won't miss the dust or the mud.  

Speaking of which, we had rain overnight, but now the sun's out, so it's off to finish some more outdoor projects. 

Happy Friday. 




The links below provide more information about this weekend's events.  It's not just a car show.  There are concerts too. 


























In honor of "Lost in the '50s," I'll leave you with my favorite song from way back when.  

This one may not have come out in the '50s but close enough for all of us young adolescent seventh-grade girls who had begun life's hot pursuit of their valentines. 









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