Hard to miss this gal standing on the sidewalk next to DiLuna's Restaurant on Cedar Street in downtown Sandpoint.
She was dressed for wet weather too.
I went to town yesterday and enjoyed lunch with my classmates at the restaurant.
We had a comparatively small group, with some calling in sick, but that and the rain didn't dampen the usual enthusiasm to enjoy each other while swapping stories.
I'll be honest and say that a good percentage involved health issues, which has become a prime topic for most folks my age. A lot of it is serious stuff, but we manage to find a way to keep our senses of humor as we compare notes.
I never dreamed that discussing health issues could be so interesting, but when we arrive at this point in life, it's actually healthy, sometimes relieving and often somewhat comforting to talk about it.
So, that's what we did, and I have a feeling everyone felt a little better when they left, thanks to the camaraderie.
I also met an interesting lady at DiLuna's yesterday. Sarah Stabler in charge of the engineers at Daher, which I learned has a "y" sound to the "h."
Daher was known as Quest Aircraft Co. when we lived on Great Northern Road and they established themselves behind us.
The company ended up purchasing our farm, enabling us to move to the Lovestead 20 years ago.
I told Sarah that we actually watched the Kodiak prototype (the airplane produced by the company) take off and land for the first time.
It was fun sharing some stories about the early years of the company and reflecting on the nice people who established it.
She told me that Daher, a company from France which purchased Quest, now has around 270 employees.
What a boon to this community the company has been!
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In all our glory----five of us Sandpoint High Class of 1965 alums showed up for the monthly lunch gathering at DiLuna's.
A good time was had by all.
Thanks, Amy and Karen from DiLuna's, for always taking good care of us and for this photo.
I've been having some fun tinkering with some old black and white photos among our family collection.
It's uplifting every time I send AI a photo and ask them to colorize it.
This is my brother Kevin with a broodmare we once owned.
Her name was Janis Love; we called her "Jan" for short.
She was a purebred American Saddlebred.
She had been crippled in the front legs so she raised foals rather than being ridden.
One such was Skean Dhu aka Cricket, my mother's most favorite mare.
Cricket was a tall red chestnut with four white stockings and a strip. Her flaxen mane and tail added to her beauty.
Mother truly loved Cricket and proudly rode her around the neighborhood and in horse shows.
And, I'm loving bringing back the past in "living color."
This is another of the black and whites turned to full color.
Upon looking at this photo, I guess I've been knock-kneed all my life---just didn't know it until an orthopedic doctor brought it to my attention.
It might explain my klutziness.
I love this photo because I miss my mother and such images bring her back to life, albeit momentarily.
There were actually five deer but one raced into the Meserve Preserve.
They seemingly "came home" yesterday afternoon from Gary Finney's place.
Early this morning, thanks to the flashlight, I could see that their beady eyes where they were all bedded down in the first two pastures along the fenceline.
We've enjoyed them over the winter. I'm not so sure our feelings will remain the same when flowers around the place become too inviting.
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Below: a gorgeous wildflower scene in an iconic location in Ireland. Our friend Marcia is heading to Ireland today.
She's taking along a Kansas University flag, sent to me by our Kansas U grad and friend Jean.
The flag will eventually add to the KU memorabilia in a house in Kenmare, Ireland, where Willie and Debbie stayed last fall.
Twas pretty obvious when we walked into the house and saw its outdoor surroundings that the owner had been a Jayhawk. The house was a virtual KU museum.
Soon, the museum will have one more item, because Jean saw photos of the displays on my blog when we visited last fall.
Once she arrives in Kenmare, Marcia will hand over the flag, and Willie's friend John Adams will see that it reaches its final destination.
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