Hello, September

 

There's another brisk, warm wind blowing from the north this morning and no rain forecast for the next week. 

We'll all be keeping our fingers crossed that no fires start during the next few days.

I saw a 102-degree prediction for Spokane tomorrow, which means we'll be in at least the high 90s for the first day of school. This heat blast continues through Thursday. 

Like I've said a few times before in the past couple of months, maybe this will be the last heat wave. 

Can't wait until Thursday when the thermometer takes a downward trend. 

In the meantime, hot nights and hot days. 

Ugh!

Wishing a happy Labor Day to all who work hard to make the rest of our lives easier----especially those who do quality work, show up when they say they're going to and work hard until the job is finished.

These laborers deserve a big pat on the back and they have our appreciation.  

We are currently experiencing a shift in attitudes toward education, and next week the Sandpoint area has a chance to learn some insights from people who have worked in or with public education. 

As a product of public education and a longtime public educator, I hope the discussions next Thursday, Sept. 11 will offer perspectives and valuable information to ensure that our public schools continue to get the support they deserve.

Pass the word about this informative town hall and then go and let your voice be heard.  

 

We enjoyed an International mini vacation yesterday with our friend Chris.

All it took to make us feel like we were on vacation was  the 60-mile drive north across the Canadian Border followed by a great lunch at Jimmy's Pub and Grill in Creston.

Good food and good visiting, followed by a trip back to the United States through Eastport a stop at the fish picnic ground to sip on Chris's refreshing Arnold Palmers along the Moyie River. 

We were not gone long, but the experience was positive enough to provide a pleasant distraction to the worries of the world.  

There's a reason I took this chicken picture.

We slowed down on the Moyie River Road where a log house sits on one side of the river.  Yesterday, the chickens and one black rabbit were wandering around the house. 

Around 50 years ago, Bill and I drove past the cute log house, sitting next to the beautiful river and saw a "For Sale" sign.  

We experienced a short-lived dream of figuring out how we could buy the house and then how we were going to get to work each day---60 miles away. 

Logic and common sense ruled and the dream disappeared, almost as quickly as it developed. 

Still, every time we drive by that house, we remember the our idealistic views from so many years ago. 

The house is still cute, as were the chickens and the bunny rabbit.  

   

Well, it's a holiday, so I'm going to use that excuse to call it a day. 

Happy Monday, and thanks again to the laborers who help us out from time  to time.