Just like the Pandemic, we're starting to get used to living and functioning in wetness.
More water came yesterday after a morning that made us think we were gonna have a sunny day after all.
I guess that was just a teaser to prepare us for an afternoon and evening of much colder weather and constant drizzle.
Seems like that barnyard of mine is never gonna have a chance to fully dry up.
But we don't have to water, so that's a plus.
This year many of my beautiful iris have not had a chance to show off cuz the force from some of the downpours of broken their necks.
It just goes with the territory, I guess, and we make the best of it.
Before going for a drive in the afternoon rain, I actually sat through most of a Clint Eastwood movie yesterday. It wasn't the greatest, but the scenery and the horses were nice.
Our friend Dyno chose a different route for her indoor couch potato session, which led to one of my favorite observations yesterday. Oh so true!
You
know there’s a dearth of live sports on TV when you find yourself
watching the Johnsonville National Cornhole Championships! (And there’s
actually expert commentators).
One positive for some fresh sports reporting occurred yesterday in the sunshine and the rain at Sandpoint High's track.
With much guidance from Panhandle Health over the past few months, SHS head track coach Matt Brass organized a meet for track and field athletes around the Panhandle.
All efforts were made to make the event as safe healthwise as possible social distancing and distancing between events so that athletes could do their thing and then leave the track area.
All that planning meant our local sports editor Dylan Greene got to cover the event. Pretty dang cool for Dylan and all the athletes and for readers who have been on sports history overload for the past three months.
I also saw yesterday that my friend Connie is back to blogging. You can see what's up with her and her hubby by visiting this link.
Today I also want to give a shout out and send Happy Birthday greetings to two gentlemen I greatly admire.
I'll start with Pat West because of seniority. Pat turned 80 today, and what a lifetime he's made of those 80 years, especially as a humanitarian and as a family man with a family much admired by so many of us having the honor of knowing them.
Down-to-earth, fun and wonderful---that's the West clan, as I see them.
Happy Birthday, Pat.
My second honoree is a bit younger than Pat but a bit older than I. That's my brother Mike, also a great contributor to this world because of his military service and his constant support of the military over the years.
Mike is involved in a weekly event in his community known as Wear Blue: Run to Remember.
The purpose: running each week with other members and remembering the fallen.
Mike, who spent a career working around the world in the paper industry, is an active participant in his community of Dupont over near Tacoma.
We are all very proud to call him our brother.
So, Happy Birthday, Mike.
May the two of you enjoy wonderful days. You have both made positive differences in this world, and you are appreciated.
I loved seeing this painting yesterday by my artist friend Billy Austin from Portadown, Northern Ireland.
I'm sure no explanation is needed for why it warmed my heart. Shortly after sending a note to Billy, telling him how much I appreciated it, he CALLED ME.
Yup, my phone made a weird noise and suddenly, there was Billy using his Messenger video call application. Since my cell phone reception is bad in most parts of the house, I stepped outside where I was able to show Billy our horses out in the field.
Our conversation was pretty choppy, to say the least, but we managed to tranfer a few coherent thoughts across the pond.
One involved the story behind the painting above.
Billy completed the piece as a request for a lady who died of cancer three weeks ago.
She wanted it for her son's birthday, which she was sure would occur after her death.
Sadly, that was the case, but the young man received the painting on his birthday a week or so ago.
"A nice lad," Billy told me.
Such a gift to be treasured for so many reasons.
Twas wonderful hearing Billy's Irish brogue and seeing him momentarily, thanks to the technology.
Eventually his wife told him it was time for tea.
I promised him next time we'll visit in person, and, yes, I'll love sharing a cup of tea with Billy in Ireland, of course.
That's all. So far, it's not raining, but . . .
Happy Sunday.
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