Nature

Winter Beauty

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I was going to start this post with a rant about how I’ve had enough of winter and never want to see another one for the rest of my life. It’s cold, it’s windy, and I hate driving on slick roads.  But while shoveling snow gets awfully tiresome, I must admit winter has a certain beauty; plus, those seemingly endless storms brought us much-needed snowpack.

 

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Last week after putting down about two feet of the white stuff, Mother Nature brought us a night of howling winds which left some sizable drifts across my freshly-plowed driveway.  I went out early the next morning to clear off the sidewalk–AGAIN.  Amid my grumbling and grousing, however, I couldn’t help noticing how beautifully the wind had arranged the snowy field.  After clearing off the concrete I put the shovel away and grabbed my camera.

 

 

 

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These pictures reminded me of the sand formations at Bruneau Dunes:

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The snow sparkled like diamonds, but in this picture looks like black sand:

 

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Yes, the snow is pretty–but I’ll still be glad to see green grass again!

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Life, Photography

The Best Revenge

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Humor

Excitement on the Home Front

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We all have those moments when life throws us a curve.  Some situations are harrowing while others have a bit of humor tossed in.  Our household had enjoyed pretty placid–some might even call them boring–lives for most of the summer on into fall.  Last week, however, one of our more colorful neighbors decided it was time to liven things up.

Abie loves a good time.  The only excuse he needs to party is that it’s Tuesday. . .or Wednesday. . .or–well, you get the picture.  With Halloween just days away, he figured he’d commune with the spirits–the liquid variety, that is, and he communed whole-heartedly.  But spirits tend to possess a person, and the outcome is never good.  After downing heaven only knows how many, he jumped in his truck (probably to buy more) and went screaming down a backroad highway faster than anyone would have believed that old ’83 Ford could travel.  Mind you, he was in control–he’ll swear to that; but these blamed vehicles sometimes have a mind of their own, especially this time of year.  (Remember Christine?  And let’s not forget The Car!)  At any rate, the devil got into the old Ford and it headed off the road, taking out a hundred feet of fence and hitting a power pole with enough velocity to sheer it off, treating the neighborhood to ten to fifteen seconds of lightning and fireworks before plunging the countryside into darkness.  Luckily, no one was hurt, although the story would have been far different had anyone been driving up that road.  Abie didn’t even appear all that shaken and would have continued on his merry way, except the Ford got hung up on irrigation pipe and mired in mud.  Anyway, Abie was there waiting when the sheriff arrived and, after he blew up the breathalyzer, got carted off to jail while crews cleaned up his mess.

Halloween evening we visited Grandma Lydia, a prim and proper white-haired lady of 93, at the nursing home.  She was sitting near the lobby with several other residents, most of whom held bowls of candy to pass out to the trick or treaters who visited the home each year.  Unfortunately, the staff had run out of candy and a half-dozen residents had nothing to hand out.  One old gentleman looked particularly forlorn and, since Grandma Lydia had plenty of candy, she gave him a handful.  Before the children arrived, however, he had eaten most of it, which got him yelled at by the nurse.  Anyway, we watched the parade of ghosts, goblins and superheros passing through.  The residents genuinely enjoyed themselves, especially Grandma Lydia, who positively beamed at each child while she complimented their costume.  But even before the trick or treating ended we noticed Grandma Lydia getting pale.  When she asked to be taken to her room, we knew she was really sick.  As we helped her into bed she complained of chest pain, with the pain radiating down her arm, and burning pain in her stomach.  Fearing the worst, LPN’s and orderlies hovered over her while I went for a nurse.

The head nurse talked with Grandma Lydia a few minutes and then left, soon returning with a glass of liquid, which she instructed Grandma Lydia to drink quickly.  Somehow Grandma got it down and then for a few seconds just sat with a funny expression on her face.  “How do you feel?” the nurse asked.  Grandma Lydia opened her mouth, but no words came out.  Instead, there rumbled forth a burp that would have done the toughest roughneck proud and elicited a rousing ovation from the staff.  Gas, not a heart attack, was the culprit.  Grandma Lydia turned beet red but the nurse put it all in perspective.  “Hey,” she said.  “At 93 you’re entitled to a good belch!”

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Humor, Life

Scarecrow Festival

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Each and every autumn, when the frost is on the punkin, the scarecrows come out in force!  For the first two weeks in October they line up along the Stevensville cutoff and strut their stuff.  This year my sister and I decided to drive over and check it out.  Here are a few displays.  I admire the work and imagination that went into these.

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Even without the sign one might have guessed the library set up this one.  They drew the face on two pages of an open book, but the breeze messed them up.

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This elegant lady looks a bit out of place between these two characters.  However, ’tis the season of the witch and nothing is as it seems!

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Talk about a Big Mac attack!  This looks more like the Attack of the Big Macs!

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This proud fisherman’s got the fire stoked and ready to fry up that big beautiful rainbow trout.

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This Headless Horseman is long on horsepower.  The dog looks about to do what dogs do.

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Every gal needs her beauty sleep!

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Your typical lounger.  He does look relaxed!

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Can’t tell whether this rollerblader decided to take five or wiped out.

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A lot of old towers went into this Cyberspace Cadet!

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Latrina McCoy is either taking a break or making fresh POT pies.  Judging from the look on her face, things aren’t coming out right.  (Don’t worry, Latrina, this too shall pass!)

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From a distance this guy looked pretty lifelike, even slowing a few cars before they realized it was just a scarecrow.

Kudos to everyone who set these up!

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