We have been tested this weekend, some of us for Covid and others for tolerance toward the burdens of winter.
Annie is very good about testing and testing often because she takes responsibility and she has traveled from Western Washington to Northern Idaho.
In the past 48 hours she has taken both an antigen test and PCR, passing both with negative for Covid.
As for Bill and me, let's just say that the reality of winter woes on a farm with animals struck big time this weekend.
That snow, started overnight yesterday and continued in big quantities until after dark has done its work in having us ponder whether this farm life at this age is all that fun.
It is most of the time, but when you plow twice in a few hours and then Bill has to snow blow every place you plowed and when the barn door won't budge and the gates are hard to open because of the snow and the cart full of manure really would drive a lot better on a smooth surface rather than in deep snow with frozen clods of ice bringing it to an instant halt almost every step of the way and when the snow falls off the shed and creates a mountain obstacle between you and and where you want to throw the flakes of hay . . . need I say more.
It's been a tough 24 hours, and these times do cause one to go into heavy duty "rethink" mode. Do I really love this lifestyle that much?
One of my sisters yesterday expressed great disdain for snow. "Did I ever say I hate snow?" she wrote in a text, adding that it's only pretty "when it's somewhere else."
Barbara and Laurie also have manure carts and wheel barrows and twice as much manure to move and more horses to feed and gates that might not want to open.
I'm sure there are other folks in the Selle Valley who have expressed similar laments.
So, yes, I'm laying it out there: times like this are not fun, especially for old bodies.
To say we had a white "dump" yesterday is a definite understatement, and, fortunately, when daylight comes, the aches and pains will wane, at least temporarily, and we'll be back to seeing and admiring the beauty and artwork of Mother's Nature's latest "gift."
For now, it ain't fun.
On a brighter note, we have enjoyed having Annie home, and it's obvious she approves of Princess Bridie.
We generally took it easy last night enjoying the doggie activity and just resting up for this morning's onslaught, which included Bill going to town to get more gas for the snowblower and diesel for the tractor.
We, of course, were happy to see the ZAGS back playing like the ZAGS we all know and love. Great game and victory yesterday against the Red Raiders.
Normally, when the ZAGS begin their WCC season, fans figure on generally smooth sailing, but this year with all the great teams in the league, they may be facing their toughest competition ahead, and that should make the rest of the season very interesting and fun.
Nice to have the ZAGS back.
I loved the Bonner County history note (below) in today's Daily Bee, and I have a feeling others associated with our neighborhood will too.
NEWS FROM SELLE
Despite the snowstorm, 50 people attended a bridal shower Saturday at
the Selle Grange hall honoring Rhea Anderson and Robert Lanting.
Mrs.
LaVerne Coon made the cake, beautifully decorated with two intertwined
hearts, enscribed “Rhea and Bob” in red and white.
Cake was served by
Mrs. Paul Hart; coffee by Mrs. Harold Kiebert and punch by Mrs. Coe
Kiebert.
Hostesses were Mrs. F.W. Maurer, Mrs. Robert Murray, Mrs. Paul
Hart and Mrs. Stan Meserve.
In the somewhat pessimistic "you really don't want to read what this has to say but you oughta" category, we all need to know how the reality of Omicron is setting in, its ugly potential and some general guidelines should you think you might have Covid over the next several weeks.
Seems like a good time to reassess our travels, our interactions and what we do or don't do to try to stop its spread.
Believe me, as one who tries her darndest to keep the "hope" meter up, I did not like this story.
Feel free to pass along the link to anyone who might or really needs to read the article.
It's gonna be a while before I get to put this lovely greenhouse into action. For now, it's serving a purpose of looking pretty in the snow and reminding me that this, too, shall melt.
Some great gift shopping ideas at the Hope Market, according to Connie's blog today.
The following beautiful performance is for all the many angels here on Earth and for those on high, especially those dear friends and neighbors who have just recently earned their wings.
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