The weeks news. Rain, rain, and more rain. Another 4 wheeler.
It’s been a quiet week up here on the mountain, my little slice of heaven.
The spring rains are still with us, as the joke goes; it only rained twice this week, the first time for three days, and the second time for four days. It washed enough snow off the bottom half of the road that we can now drive our truck up to the spring, the halfway point. From there, it’s a short hike up to the snowmobile, or if supplies are ready to haul up, a short trip with the 4-wheeler from the truck to the snowmobile. Though I worry about the lack of snow pack, I will be happy to be able to drive back into my yard once again.
My son bought his own 4-wheeler this week, getting a newer one than ours for less than half of what it would have cost on the market. Seems it had been in the local shop in town for repairs a couple of years ago but the owner never came back to pick it up. So, the shop decided to sell it for the cost of the repairs only. My son got a very good deal. This will give us three machines up here for next fall: our 4-wheeler, the 3-wheeler, and my son’s 4-wheeler. I can breathe easier now. Now, he only has to find a bigger snowmobile with a better track, deeper paddles on it, for hauling in his supplies. Right now, he is using our big machine, with the two-inch paddles on the track, to get his family up from the spring. It doesn’t care what the snow conditions are; it just tears up the road. His will no longer haul anything with this sloppy snow we now have. His current machine has a track with only ¾ inch paddles on it, and with the snow conditions, just can’t get moving by itself, let alone pull a dogsled behind it. I don’t mind, he keeps gas and oil in it when he uses it, and he uses it more than we do.
My faithful traveling companion Kiyo is feeling much better since his surgery, though he still can’t use his back legs and doesn’t know when he does his business. The lovely wife and I have been giving him baths, which he hates, almost daily since he is covered in filth by morning and smells. He should be able to get back in the wheelchair I made next week, and that will help improve his mood. I hope. Once he is able to get around on his own, I think things will get better for him. Our other dog, a St. Bernard, is jealous because after a bath, or when giving medications, Kiyo gets a treat to help his anxiety over the trauma of the bath or the medicine. We give the St. Bernard a treat sometimes, but not as often as Kiyo gets them.
I’ve had time to start writing again, and am working on a new story, though I don’t know yet if it will be a novella, or a full-length book; only time will tell. If it’s a novella, it will be included in my next book, Meanderings of a Muddled Mind, and most likely be the last story I write for that book. The lovely wife said, “Yeah, right; I think I’ve heard that one before,” last evening when I told her that. But I am ready to end the book, so I think it will be the ending tale.
Still missing Always Grounded, though I haven’t been in town much, as usual. When I am, I enjoy a good latte, and now we have to use one of those drive up coffee shacks to get our fix; no relaxing at one of those. The lovely wife and I went into My Kitchen, where the old loggers hang out in the early morning hours. However, we were there later in the morning and missed them. The waitress we know was working though, and we got caught up on the goings on there, as well as filling her in on our winter. She promised to let the old loggers know I was still among the living and would try and get back there soon.
Well, that’s all the news for the week. Bye for now.
