Sundark Morning

Sundark. Sounds a bit foreboding. Don't worry. It's just Sunday before daylight. All is quiet but for my sipping. And all is dark except for a distinct glow east of here. No, it's not the sun. It's the aura of neighbor Linda Lael Miller, the romance novelist. I hope she is feeling better. She's been sick. Although I've never met her in person, I feel like I know Linda pretty well. The reason for this is that she shares her life in her blog. Since she moved from Arizona to the house at the end of our road and cleared some land to put some horses, and built a big barn, I have begun to notice her presence more. So I read her blog and it is so delightful I read all the archives too. Now all her horses cats and dogs have names and personalities. I have not read any of her novels yet, but Barb read two and she says they are good. Anyway, Linda, now that we know you so well, it would be nice to meet you sometime. Your blog reads so easily, you have made the concept of blogging more realistic to me. Thank you Linda for inspiring me to write a blog.

Seattle

My recent trip to Seattle was punctuated by disc golf at 3 different courses.

Ben and I took a tour of Seattle Solstice, an amazing granite cutting shop.

I had the pleasure of the company of brother Bruce, son Ben and an array of wonderful friends of Ben's.

I should have gotten pictures.

Signs of spring?

Here's the new Jerry with a new beard starting. (Slightly lighter than the last one.)

Saturdawn

I spent an hour this morning catching you up on recent events. For the THIRD TIME the whole blog was lost before I pressed 'publish'. This happens when I try to give you a picture. GRRRR!

More later

GRRRR!

More Snow

We are getting some serious snow this year. I've been carving out the driveway with Barb's big snow blower. It's fun!

Blog, Blog, Blog

Blogs are web logs with most of the first syllable snipped off. Kinda like shrooms?

Dinner at Denny's

I didn't feel like cooking last night, but I did feel like getting out for a bit, so I took Barb out to the local Denny's. We sit at the bar when we go to Denny's and watch sports TV and people. Barb had a delicious coffee drink, and I had two beers. After the food was devoured, and we were waiting to pay, I was visited upon by one of my all-time favorite syllabeliminations: One of those burps that reminds you what you ate. A cucumburp. Enough on that.

Today is Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Monday, and a holiday to remind us all of civil rights. I'm a big fan of civil rights, and I believe we still have a long way to go in that direction. Thank you for remembering.

Winter winds have been creating snow sculptures in the yard and closing highways on the Palouse. Today will be a snow blower day as the driveway has become partly blocked with drifted snow.

The quail seem to appreciate the bird seed we've been tossing out in the snow covered driveway, and are sharing with some sparrows. The magpies seem to prefer cat food.