Reliving the fun of the past few days . . .

I had a very quiet day today working on some odds and ends of projects and organizing - and reliving the fun and good times of the past few days. This first picture shows the heavy snow we had a couple weeks ago. Everything was still green and blooming and then it hit. Of course the flowers are now long gone as are the green leaves. And tonight the wind is howling and it is supposed to storm again.

But in that two weeks we have had many visits from Weston. Here he is leaving after a fun visit. He had his H1N1 vaccine and he had a little down time so his eyes are a bit weary here and it reflects how he felt for sure. This was the day before we left to pick up the motorhome.

And then the good memories of our time shared with our good friends. We stopped on the top of Lookout Pass (between Montana and Idaho on I-90) to change drivers in the LilyB and there was something very fun and funny. It was such a great time traveling with them and laughing at things that were probably not even funny - but we thought everything was right with the world. Here is a nice picture of the mountains at the top of Lookout that same day - low clouds and a damp road, but no ice or snow. I would not want to be going over that pass tonight or tomorrow as they are predicting a foot of snow.

And the last picture is of a wonderful pillow pattern with felted wool that I had to buy at the quilt shop in Coeur d'Alene. It is Bear Paw Quilting and is well worth your stopping time when you are in that area for sure.

Lots of great memories. I also had a long phone call from a friend in California this afternoon. We did a lot of consulting in schools together a few years ago and we had not talked for a couple years. She is now working for a company that provides professional development to schools all over the US. She wanted to know if I would be interested in doing some contract work once again. I am not sure so I am thinking about it.

And - in closing for the day . . .
"Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these"

Susan B. Anthony (1820-1906)