Nuttin' Particular; Just Miscellany

 

I was on my way to the eye doctor yesterday when I spotted this scene in Elton Anderson's field. 

Two young ladies from the neighborhood were lovin' the sun and their horses. 

They're fortunate to have areas not covered with a thick coat of ice. 

Our ice is more widespread and maybe the worst it's been all winter. 

Yesterday I noted to Bill that we've probably gone two full months without removing our Yak Trax from our boots. 

Not wanting to wear my barnyard boots to the eye doctor, I slipped on another pair and just about slipped several times while walking to and from the car. 

Fortunately and happily, in town, the parking lot was bare. 

We face an ongoing conundrum aka Catch 22.  As ALL that snow melts, it forms gradually growing lakes.  When it freezes at night, the natural ice rinks just grow bigger. 

Maybe we can say good bye to Yak Trax by March.  For now, it's not an option. 

 

"Signs You are a Sandpoint Kid," a popular Facebook group page, has had some interesting threads lately. 

Brian Kramer, a frequent FB poster with a load of old photos, shared this one yesterday. 

Such memories formed there for a segment of our local population. 

I wrote in my first book how we three Brown siblings accompanied my mother and my future stepfather on their dates to the

Motor Movie on HWY 95 north of Ponderay. 

Later, I lived there.  It turned into a mobile home park, which included some rentals.  

When I moved out totally on my own, one of those trailers served as my first residence. 

My friend and colleague, Ray Holt, lived across the driveway from me.  Ray had actually grown up right in that area, so it probably seemed like home to him. 

In my case, I wasn't too far from my old neighborhood, but far enough to live my own life. 

Yesterday when I went to the eye doctor, one of the techs checked my eyes to make sure she could put drops in for dilating. 

I had to look at a mirror while she shined a light toward me. Of course, I wanted to know why that process would indicate that it was okay to insert the drops. 

"I look for halos," she said. "If they aren't there, it's not safe."

"Did I have halos?" I asked.

"Yes, two of them," she said as she prepared to drop the drops. 

I was proud because there haven't been many, if any times that I have had a halo.  To have two---such a bonus!

Later, with my dilated eyes, I saw a third halo.  

The sighting occurred as I was walking to the barn to feed the horses. 

This one appeared to be hovering over the house of our next-door neighbors. 

I wasted no time letting them know that they had a halo over their home, which comes as no surprise. 

They were delighted. 

Speaking of seeing things.  My daughter Annie is in Alaska this weekend. 

Soon after I arrived at the eye clinic, she texted that she was in Wasilla and that she could see Russia.

I texted back that I was in the eye clinic and could not see Russia. 

Just for the record!

I have NO idea why my friend and editor Helen felt the need to post the above photo on my Facebook timeline yesterday. 

She must have the mistaken impression that we have a spoiled puppy. 

Well, we DO have a WELL puppy, and she has been busy. 

Why take the clothing one item at a time when you can move the whole boxful and chew on it as you make the transfer. 

BTW:  those are ZAGS pajama bottoms on the floor. 

Bridie is definitely on the mend;  just five days after today, and we're kinda thinking that they, for sure, will be five LONG days. 

I also have a feeling she may not be quite so spoiled. 

Bridie's crate time has increased significantly since her recovery from tummy turbulence. 

Tests, which were due to come in the mail, came in the mail yesterday.  

They're on the kitchen island should we feel the need to take a test. 

We hope the boxes are never opened. Then, a few decades from now,  our kids might be able to appear on Antiques Road Show and have their value estimated. 

This goose, was straying a bit from its friends at City Beach yesterday.  

How many years ago were the City Beach geese all hauled to Coeur d'Alene?

How many times will Randy Curless get to take his Border Collies to the beach to herd 'em elsewhere.

Could be a fun drama in the making for early spring but then again, their deposits might just make the ice less slippery. 

Just sayin' 

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In the good news for Friday, I have a seed that has sprouted. 

A tiny but significant sign that spring is on the way. 

Happy Friday, and good luck to Coach Love and his girls basketball team tonight. 

Let's have a victory and ON TO STATE!