Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Wednesday Mutterings

 


I defied the unexpected rain yesterday afternoon. 

Just put on my rain jacket, fired up the lawnmower and mowed in the rain. 

It hung in there for a while but finally quit and allowed the sun to come out.

When that happens and especially with early evening sunshine, the views around the place are just stunning. 

I was shocked to learn that Memorial Day is this weekend---must be about as early as it can be. 

Anyway, I hope the lilacs and iris hang on for a few days for grave decorations. I'm pretty sure the columbine will still be blooming. 

This year is zipping by SO fast, and that's disappointing when it comes to enjoying the spring blooms. 

Still, others are coming on, so we won't be spared of color.  







Annie attends Seattle Mariners games quite often these days.  

The Mariners played the Chicago White Sox the other evening, and she ran into this fan. 

The Pope is getting a lot of American notice and admiration. 


Yes, I voted yesterday.

I'm not at all thrilled today with the outcome BUT I voted. 

 That act gives me the freedom to continue to express my thoughts, knowing that I did exercise my civic duty. 

I can still yell at the television set while listening to daily lies and embracing of blatant corruption. 

I can still think independently, fiercely so and exactly the way I wish to think.

Voting and participating means not having to accept political ideologies which I question and that I can still pull for who I believe to be the "good folks." 

If I had not voted, I have no right to complain. 

No election result will ever intimidate me into casting away the principles and values I have believed in throughout my life. 

If that ever changes, then we do have problems.

So, life goes on.  

We'll continue to do our best for the world and continue to hope for the best. 

💪💪💪💖💖



Thank you, Steve Garvin, for posting the image below.  

I'm thinking a little birdcrastinating might be in order today. 


 








In the "While You Were Sleeping" category, someone from the neighborhood left an extra something in my paper box. 

Thank you, Leslie, for the nice note.  Very appreciated and thoughtful. 

We'll try to keep those plants headed over your way, and, of course, GO, ZAGS!













Apparently, it's International "Spot the Collie Day," and this photo from Vermont was posted.  

Can you find the Border Collie? 

Her name is Kalli. 

Below:  this beauty lives over at the Poelstra farm. 




On a day like today, here in Idaho, when emotions may be off the charts in all directions, I thought the video below was appropriate.   

It is corny, maybe even a little stupid and definitely time warped, but it gave me a smile.  

I do think, however, that "My Own Private Idaho" could use a remake.  

Try to enjoy!

Happy Wednesday.

 




Tuesday, May 19, 2026

It's "Let's All Vote" Tuesday!

 


If we don't do anything else on this Tuesday, May 19, we eligible voters should exercise our civic responsibility, go to the polls and VOTE

Much can be said about the political situations in protests, in public and virtual forums, in letters to the editors, in general conversation or even yelling at the TV set (some at my house have that part perfected). 

All this said, the most profound, specific and lasting message we can send out there into the world is filling in several little boxes with black or blue ink. 

Once we've done that, we've earned the right to continue commentary via all of the above.

I believe that if we don't participate in the election process, we not only let down candidates we would have preferred, but we also let down ourselves.

So, let's try to win an undeclared contest:  let's see people from Bonner County win yet another State contest with the  highest voter turnout percentage. 

VOTE TODAY. 





We got wet!

Just when we were thinking the rain had left for a while, the biggest, wettest, most intense downpour came over late yesterday afternoon and created a whole new set of puddles and squishy ground. 

I even found my rain boots when it was time to go bring the horses in from pasture. 

Maybe today, the warmth and dry weather will come.  






Like many people in Sandpoint, I was stunned yesterday afternoon to hear of the death of Mark Fuhrman.  

Like most of the world, I had seen all the coverage over the past 30-plus years regarding his involvement as a Los Angeles detective in the epic OJ Simpson trial. 

Well, after that ongoing story ended, Mark Fuhrman moved to Sandpoint.  I can even remember where he lived---first on Euclid, eventually on a farm out here in the country along Colburn-Culver Road and then over in Dufort. 

The locals tend to keep track of the big names who move to the community, but for the most part, they also leave them alone to live their lives in relative peace and quiet. 

I'd like to think that's how Mark Fuhrman saw it because he stayed here. 

In the early years after he moved here, I was advising the Sandpoint High School Cedar Post and doing my darndest to keep up the long-standing fine reputation the student newspaper had earned over the decades, thanks to some amazing advisers who came before me. 

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Cedar Post students consistently and perennially came close to functioning as professional journalists by the time they graduated from high school. 

They were also generally competitive at the state and national level. 

In 1997,  members of my staff agreed to coordinate a panel discussion at the JEA National Convention.  

The discussion would touch on a term I liked to use called "hit-and-run journalism."  

Sandpoint had been a victim over the years where national media outlets would send reporters to our community to get the scoop, often with the bent of perpetuating the idea that North Idaho was filled with racists. 

Yes, we had them and still do, but hardly to the extent of the perception that a national audience would often assume after reading yet another story where the reporter had come to this beautiful area, talked to a few locals as well as some folks in the bars, write a story, file it and leave town. 

As one who grew up in this community and knew better, I thought this coverage was a bit unfair. 

So, that would be the discussion, and to prepare for the conference in Phoenix, we invited Mark Fuhrman to come to our Cedar Post class. He graciously accepted.  

He spent two hours with my students, and what was to be an interview turned into a lively discussion. 

I was one proud journalism adviser that day, and, as one of my students who took the lead in that activity wrote to me a while back, "THAT still gives me goosebumps."

From Cory Myers, who once served as the news director for the Sioux Falls, South Dakota's Argus Leader: 

I remember you arranging for us (or did you have us do it?
 
I can't remember the origin . . .  to interview Mark Fuhrman after he moved to Sandpoint and ahead of our trip/presentation in Phoenix on the effects of and inaccuracies in national/international reporting on a small community. 

THAT still gives me goosebumps!

I never forgot that generous gesture on Mark Fuhrman's part, and I'm sure that the experience became a lifetime memory for those students. 

In later years when Willie came back home to teach and coach at Sandpoint High, he had some conversations with Mark whose son was one of Willie's players. 

With his death, the world will hear the story told over and over about Mark Fuhrman's involvement with the "glove" and his testimony in the OJ trial, but based on the comments I've seen on Facebook, he lived a positive and good life here in Sandpoint.

Residents of this community saw Mark Fuhrman, the human, and that's exactly how we'll remember him. 

 




Life changing for me and my unique horse situation. 

Condensed bales of orchard grass, available at Wood's Hay and Grain. 

Since I board my horses now, I don't need nearly as much hay. 

Also, since many farmers with hay equipment have gone to round bales or those huge square bales, I was feeling a bit stressed out about where I was going to get my hay. 

When I learned about the compressed bales at Wood's yesterday I bought a couple. 

And, for me, they will be perfect.  No need for a hay crew because they are manageable at 57 pounds per bale.  I simply dumped each bale out of the pickup bed into a cart, rolled them into the barn and emptied onto the floor.  

A bit more expensive but without the expense and worry of finding a hay crew to put hay in the barn, it evens out. 

Knowing about this option has removed and everlasting cloud of stress. 

I am thrilled. 


Off to do my voting and then home to keep up the yard beautification activities. 

Happy Tuesday. 








Monday, May 18, 2026

Monday Miscellany

 


After several days of rain and dark clouds, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. 

I'm now well equipped with hoses and nozzles to keep all my posies watered so bring on the warmth and the sunshine. 

We had a great weekend with Annie home, and now she has gone back to Seattle.  

Later this week she goes to Kansas for a geocaching event and soon after that, it's off to Italy for another event.  She'll also go to Switzerland for a brief time and visit with Swiss Miss aka Laura who was Willie and Debbie's exchange student. 

It's a tough life, but someone's gotta do it. 





I like to post this National Geographic cover occasionally when May 18 rolls around. 

The photo was taken May 18, 1980,  by my cousin Madeline's husband, the late Doug Miller. 

Doug was a photographer in Ephrata, Wash., well known for taking the senior portraits and as an adventurer of sorts. 

He took the photo of the crepe myrtle in full bloom in his back yard as the cloud of ash filled the sky overhead.

That cloud had traveled 300-plus miles to reach Ephrata and to move on to the east. 

The contrast between the blossoms and the ash was dramatic, enough so that National Geographic editors chose it as their cover photo when reporting about the Mt. St. Helens volcano eruption.  




Well, these two became fully acquainted yesterday.

I think Annie's lesson with Monty went very well. 

Annie has ridden off and on throughout her life and has competed in horse shows, so her basics helped her tune in quickly. 

CB had quite a workout with Laurie riding him first and then a second ride with Annie. 



I found the item in italics below truly amazing.  

One member of the Sandpoint High State Champion relay team is my longtime friend Julie's grandson Trey. 

Can't imagine the sense of pride for the family and for all the other families associated with these young men. 

As I commented to his mom this morning, their achievement is epic!

So thrilled for all the SHS athletes who excelled in state competition this weekend. 

They're from Sandpoint, and we couldn't be any prouder. 

Many athletes know what it means to pursue a state championship - the work, the dedication, the grit, the no-quit attitude, the pain, year after grinding year. These boys achieved the team State Championship, Individual Gold 100m (Maverick), and 4x100 Relay Team Gold.

This relay is not just a State Championship; it is a STATE RECORD. That means if you take ANY past state champion or future (up until if/when it ever gets broken), line them all up and race them, these boys right here would beat them. 

They are the State Champions of all State Champions - let that sink in. 

It is the Sandpoint Boys' only state record. In school history, there are only five guys to run a sub-11, and three of them are on this team, and the fourth is damn close.

They beat the 6A team as well. Worth mentioning is that they also beat the state record in the 4x200, but so did Moscow by a smidge more.

Composure, mental strength under pressure, flawless connections, pure speed and strength coordinated. 

It is a thing to behold, and they couldn't have gone out on a better note. (Except Trey, the only Junior.)

I love you guys!❤

Cynthia Schmit






When you're blind and you can't hear very well but your nose still works, you beg. 

And, Foster is a master as a gentlemanly and persistent beggar. 

Only problem in this case:  Bill had finished his dinner.  Foster continued to beg for several minutes afterward. 



Don't forget to vote tomorrow. 

I went through the stack of umpteen mailers that have appeared in my mailbox over the past couple of weeks and decided the one above was my favorite. 

So, I'll go mark my choices on the ballot and hope for the best. 

Someone told me recently that when you do walk inside the polling booth, you don't have to vote in every category if you don't like the choices. 

The object of not voting in some categories sends a message to candidates and it explains why some people on the ballot receive a higher vote total than anyone. 

I figure any messages that can be sent these days are important. Plus, they make us feel a little better when we are disappointed with the choices offered. 

Most importantly:  VOTE!!!









Headed off to pick up my sister who's dropping off a pickup for maintenance, so wishing everyone a happy Monday.