Blue Skies, ZAPS, Reclaim; TBT

 

I had just gone to my hairdresser Sally for the first time in six months yesterday when---feeling like a million dollars after a trim and a "zap," I celebrated the new me by driving to the local pier near City Beach. 

My hairdo took a hit when I stepped out of the car.  A storm was brewing to the north while sunshine, blue skies and lovely clouds were competing with their own show to the south. 

As I walked past the boat slips, the wind picked up and my loose but newly styled hair was blowing all over the place, including in my eyes and mouth.

To say it was quickly turning into a bad hair day would be an understatement, but I didn't care.  

The wild and woolly scenes and furious, cold gusts around me only added to the beauty of the moment, so who really cared if I was beautiful. 

I also walked around our hayfield yesterday morning, some spots bare; others in the shade still covered with snow and ice.

Above me, though, blue skies ruled those moments. Soon that field will have a new season's worth of grass, and there will come a week sometime in May when the pinnacle of green hues in the field will make us think of Ireland. 

For now, there's just a promise of spring blended with a reminder of winter. 

Yesterday was, indeed, lovely for a variety of reasons, mainly the notion that the Pandemic is loosening its grip on our lives.  

Each encounter with someone we haven't seen in a place we haven't gone adds to the feeling of a rebirth of sorts. 

When I arrived home yesterday, still feeling like a million bucks, I met with a reminder that bad stuff still happens on the most glorious of days. 

But there was a good ending. 

I saw that CB was down in the barnyard, and it was evident that he had rolled several times in the mud. The look on his face was not the usual CB. 

That look and the scene suggested that CB had colic. 

I raced to the house, called my sisters, asked if they had banamine ( a drug for colic)  and if they could bring it. 

Then, it was off to the barn to grab a halter and to coax CB out of the barnyard to the round pen, where we walked and walked and walked. 

My sisters came and gave him the bantamine for his tummy problems, and we continued walking. 

By the time, Jenny, the vet, arrived in what was record time for busy vets this time of year, CB was feeling a whole lot better and trying to eat the grass along the round pen fence. 

Such a relief because this family has seen far too many colic events that did not end well. 

So, CB spent the night letting his tummy rest, and at 3:15 this morning when I went out to check, the young whippersnapper was ready for hay. 

Every bite of two flakes of hay was gone when I returned to the barn at 6 a.m.

Many thanks to Barbara, Laurie, Bill and Jenny for helping CB and his mom through this brief trauma. 

I like the happy and quick change of plot and the ending in the last segment of an otherwise lovely day. 

Happy Thursday.  

The poster below is SO neat for SO many.  

I can't wait to see this documentary, especially because I know the stars. 

Many, many people in Idaho know the stars Luke, Garrett and Emily, along with a cast of thousands from neighborhoods, in tiny Idaho towns and along the road throughout our state. 

While the Idaho Legislature does its darndest to usurp power away from the people, these young visionaries empowered the people, and there was a good ending:  an a successful people's Initiative guaranteeing Medicaid for thousands across the state. 

Yes, this documentary does have heroes and heroines who are very deserving of this artful style of recognition. 

Congratulations to all who produced and starred in this film.  

"Reclaim Idaho," the film will make its world premiere at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival, kicking off on March 31st. 

The festival is virtual this year, which means anyone can see the film. Visit https://sbiff.org/ for more info!

Check it out at the end of the month and stay tuned for post-covid showings in your area with the filmmakers and “stars” of the film.

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Thursday Throwbacks . . . .featuring family, friends, around town stuff and even a Lily at a training stable.

 

There was a time when Kaleb, one of my English students, thought I taught the Pope. 

My former student, friend and neighbor, John Finney. 

Big Belt-Buckle Day: yes, there's a story behind this belt buckle, but that can come another time. 

A former student, retired educator and longtime beloved friend, Glory. 

Susan Kiebert helped spearhead the Byway for Sandpoint. 

On the right, former police chief Mark Lockwood. 

In the middle, some important man who came to speak at the Byway ceremony. 

Three former Sandpoint mayors in this Byway ceremony photo, and, no, the cute dog is not one of them.

  Sally Cupan, red coat; Rose Chaney and former Mayor Ron Chaney.  In the second row, former Mayor Carrie Logan. 

One of my sisters' pups meet our cat Jonas in a garden ceremony. 

Have a nice 19th birthday tomorrow, grand nephew Rory. 

 

Tyson and his mom Mary Bird and little brother Bird. Mary teaches at Sandpoint High School, Tyson, who was Willie's Cedar Post editor,  works for Texas Highways Magazine and little brother is a senior this year. 

Lily in training a few years back.