Home and TBT's

 

My sisters arrived home yesterday.  

Their crazy sister did what she loves to do:  stood in their driveway, with camera ready, waiting to see that pickup and horse trailer come down the highway. 

Some tears of a sentimental slob even rolled down my cheeks as I saw them come into view.  

They were finishing one of the trips of their lives and, after four days on the road, arriving at the destination, which is always the best:  home. 

I stayed for just a few minutes cuz I knew they were tired and ready to acclimate and maybe crash.  

During those few minutes, horses got reacquainted over the fence.  A horse named Rusty reminded Dusty, the champ,  who's boss, and being the nice guy he is, Dusty submitted.

After those greetings, Dusty's aggression returned as his head stretched to the ground to grab bites of that green grass growing next to the barn. 

One by one, cats came from the barn as Laurie and Denise loaded the latter's stuff into her car.  Denise wasn't home yet but very anxious to get there. 

Within a few minutes, a cat count was completed and, yes, they were all herded into the barn for their safety so I could back out of my parking spot. 

Two-plus weeks on the rides of their lives, both in a rig and on the back of that horse had ended for Barbara and Laurie.  

They are home. 

All's well that ends well, and it did. 

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I saw the quote below on Twitter this morning.  

It resonated, especially after some results in Tuesday's elections across the country. 

Why, in this country, do the good guys and gals, who are the true stewards of our lives,  have to be the scapegoats?

Just a thought to ponder. 

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"I’m an American teacher, and I’m tired. 

 I’m tired of the willful ignorance, tired of the disrespect, tired of politicians pushing DISINFORMATION for political gain, and I’m tired of being scapegoated. 

 Education isn’t the problem. 

Education is the solution."

Throwback Thursday . . . . . 

My sister-in-law Joyce with her granddaughter Betsy, who's now in middle school. 

A sweet gathering at a Woman of Wisdom luncheon a few year's ago:  Kendall, Jennifer, Robbie and Kathy.
 

Annie's friend Laurel during and ICE aka Idaho Cultural Experience at the Lovestead. 

My friend Roxane and her friend when we went on a trail ride at the Ginter Wildlife Management area off from Rapid Lightning Creek Road. 

Let's just say Bill had to change his plans to go fishing on this day when the axle broke on his pickup. 

It wasn't funny, but it was. 

I see that the Mennonite crafts and bake sale is coming up in a couple of weeks north of Bonners Ferry. 

One year Debbie and I went to the sale and then drove on up through the Kootenai Valley where we paid a visit to Billie Krause, who's my age and a college friend. 

How many remember when "Extreme Home Makeover" came to Sandpoint and built a house in a week's time off Baldy Road? 

The event attracted quite a crowd each day, including my friend and former Appaloosa Journal editor who was living in Moscow at the time. 

She brought two of her daughters to the event. 

My classmate Denis Spade at one of our reunions. 

Maybe we can start talking about another reunion sometime.  Who knows?

SHS Class of 1983 grads Steve, Brett and Kari at one of their reunions.  

Nice shirt, Steve!

Carolyn Gleason, I hope you are starting to feel better. 

Annie's coming to town, and you know, Carolyn, the first place she'll stop this afternoon after placing her order at Ross Point. 

Second Avenue Pizza, of course!

Longtime friends Patti and Sally at a wedding shower. 

And, to top off the TBT's, my Uncle Frenchy and my dad Harold.  They always had a lot in common, including hunting and fishing.