The way I see it, if you want a rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

--Dolly Parton

Yup, you're right, Dolly.

We have put up with rain over the past two days, but we're not complaining, except I didn't see any rainbows.

Maybe next time.

We've definitely had a weather change from the pleasant summerlike days of last week.

Cold toilet seats, sheets draped over outdoor tomatoes overnight and back to the layers of clothes.

But things are pretty, and some nice days are in the upcoming forecast.

Today is definitely a nice day because Annie's coming home for the weekend.

She'll be coming home to one of the biggest weekends of the year downtown with Lost in the '50s.

We don't have any plans yet, but I'm sure fun times will happen.

These two came through the yard while I was mowing yesterday.

No concerns with the lady on that noisy machine.

They had places to go, other people to see, maybe even some flowers to eat.

I had my first-ever cold brew yesterday------of coffee, that is.

A new coffee shop called Brown Water Coffee Reserve opened in the building above on Church Street May 1.

I met the proprietors late last year while attending a basketball jamboree at Sandpoint High School and was very impressed.

I've been working on learning all the names for the family of five, but might not yet have them all straight because I don't see them very often.

I do know, however, that basketball and coffee and entrepreneurship and musical talent are among some common denominators.

And, I also know that they are very nice people.

If I have the story straight, the parents are working for one of their sons who also runs the coffee shop at Kaniksu Health.

Yesterday Montoya and Justin (who's in charge of this year's SHS Grad Night) told me that their son had wanted a sit-down place to serve his coffee, so the new location has provided that, complete with counter seats, over-stuffed furniture and outdoor covered seating.

The coffee business has long been in this family with at least two members having considerable Starbuck's experience.

Back to the cold brew.

I have never sipped on a purposely cold cup of coffee before.

Lukewarm, yes, from my hot coffee lots of times but never decidedly cold.

Montoya told me that cold coffee does not have nearly the acidity that hot coffee has and that it's probably easier on one's stomach.

As a colitis patient, I have learned, begrudgingly so, to curb my coffee intake to just one cup per day, and sometimes even that can cause gut problems.

The colitis gods say to avoid it all together, but who's gonna live for more than three quarters of a life as a coffee drinker and suddenly go cold turkey.

So, I allow myself some misery each day.

Having already had my quota of hot coffee for the day, I was reluctant to add to it, but Montoya's revelations about cold coffee tempted me to go ahead and give it a try.

I ordered a sample. It was late afternoon, and I drank most of it.

No stomach OR sleep problems.

I couldn't imagine wanting to drink cold coffee, but Montoya noted that she had lived in Texas where it's hot, and hot coffee isn't always a favorite.

Actually, the sample wasn't too bad, and I may have to try another.

One thing I know is that these are neat and fun folks, and besides a cup of brew, coffee drinkers also like to enjoy visiting with people.

Great combination at Brown Water Coffee Reserve.

Montoya and Justin were minding the shop for their son yesterday.

This year's deck flower baskets help support the Gold n' Grouse 4-H Club, and they are beautiful.

Bill has been helping with a landscaping project at the Presbyterian Church.

He's removed old stuff, brought it home and burned it, and he's helped with new shrubs.

I don't know what's new in this photo, but the church looks beautiful right now.

Happy Friday.

It's 43 years, give or take a few.

Bill has said "see ya later" four times this morning before finally pulling out of the driveway on his way to Farragut.

He'll spend the day as emcee and general supporter of the Idaho State Forestry Contest.

He's been with the always competitive program since Day One when the contest had its inaugural gathering at the Ray Delay Farm in Careywood.

When the Delays passed on, the contest eventually moved to its present venue at Farragut State Park.

I would bet that the one constant with the contest is Bill Love. He devotes a lot of time to the event, and I'm sure he's proud of how it has evolved over the years.

It will be a long day, but he will enjoy every minute as he has done for more than 40 years.

The earth is clean this morning and the fields have received some much-needed moisture to boost the growth of grazing grass or hay.

My hose dragging gets to take somewhat of a break this morning, although the deck flowers will need their morning moisture.

It's still a beautiful time as the lilacs are in bloom, along with several other shrubs around the place.

I finally made some progress on the lawn mowing marathon. Just one plot needs mowing now, and maybe the cooler weather will give me a break.

Yesterday I mowed but then the rain started, so I spent part of the afternoon watching a wonderful movie on Netflix.

Sally Field stars in Remarkably Bright Creatures, as does Marcellus, an octopus.

It takes place in Northwest Washington, although it's filmed in the Vancouver area.

Hard to put into words its many layers, all good, some a little sad but more than palatable.

Great acting and scenery to go along with truly a feel-good story.

https://www.netflix.com/tudum/articles/remarkably-bright-creatures-cast-release-date-photos-news

Thursday Throwbacks: images of past memories from the photo library. Hope you enjoy the collection as much as I enjoy putting it together. It's always fun to remember these times and places and peeps.

Pat, we're going to miss you.

Pat Gooby, on the right, left us last week.

That's his older brother Bob on the left.

It's been a lifetime friendship with Pat and the rest of the Gooby family who lived in our old neighborhood.

I'm sure a lot of folks around the area are just as sad as I am to no longer have Pat, his dandYlions, his brief Daily Bee submissions, his dry sense of humor and his quiet but generous support for and pride in all things good about our community.

I remember hearing from one of Pat's daughters last week, telling me that she and her sister were going to write their dad's obituary.

"I hope we don't miss anything," she wrote.

Bill and I both agreed that the obituary should be about two sentences long---just like Pat's occasional letters to the paper.

Well, I see this morning that it's a little longer than those but not much.

Nonetheless, Pat's life in Goobyville was full---enough to fill a book, but I'm sure, in his customary manner, he's happy that they kept it short.

One consolation: there are enough dandelions in this world each year to remind us of Pat many times over.

Thanks for all the memories, old friend.

You will be missed.

I dedicate this song to you.

Patrick Stanley Gooby

| May 14, 2026 1:00 AM

Patrick Stanley Gooby, AKA The Dandelion King, passed away May 5, 2026, at the family farm.

Pat was born Dec. 19, 1940, to Dorothy and Basil Gooby, at the old Bonner General Hospital.

He often boasted of his adventurous childhood and how blessed he was to have grown up in Sandpoint on the farm, doing chores, hunting, fishing, helping out at the County Poor Farm, etc.

He grew into an industrious adult and worked at the family business for 30 years, drove school bus, raised Christmas trees, became a Realtor, and had a storage company. He made many friends along the way.

Pat is survived by three daughters, Ann Dutson-Sater (John), Kali Horvath and Patty Lowrey (Ron); a son, Paul Pavone (Juli); two brothers, Bob Gooby and Richard Gooby (Maryann); and nine grandchildren, and 18 great-grandchildren.