|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 17, 2014 at 12:40 PM||comments (0)|
STORM IS DONE, at least this one is. Another eight inches of heavy wet sticky snow covers everything in sight. The bare ground of the garden is gone back to sleep under yet another blanket of snow. The driving wind of the past twenty-four hours has taken the snow and covered the South wall of the cabin from the peak to the foundation. I wish it would be that easy to stain the wall. Overcast sky but the sun is up there, somewhere. There has been times in years gone past that by this time of the year I could go outside on the deck in bare feet, That is not going to happen today or tomorrow for that matter. I did shovel some, but only enough so the storm doors would open and a clear spot to rest the shovel back up against the wall, I am going to let the sun melt this last batch of snow, I hope.
I walked down to the mailbox, was that time of the morning and as I got there Frank the plow driver was bring Khan the grader around the bend. He pulled up alongside of me and turned the motor off and open the glass cab door and gave me a hearty HIYA. I gave him a HIYA back and we chatted some. Frank was in good spirits and I soon found out why. With this last snow storm he figured he would have enough overtime between this years and last year's snow falls that he was going to be able and buy himself a new boat! He actually said he was hoping that we would get one more good snow fall so he could upgrade the trolling motor on a boat he has his eyes on. With a grin on his face he starter the grader up and slammed the cab door closed, He even lifted the blade when he drove past my drive.
I watched the grader go around the next bend and thought well at least someone is still happy about all of this snow when Mark the mailman came around the same bend. I waited as he stuck mail in Chuck's box and then came to a stop alongside me. HiYA's were exchanged and some small talk. Mark gave me some bills and a large box that I have been waiting on. I watched as he drove out of sight and quiet returned to my stretch of road. I turned and followed my footsteps up the long drive back to the cabin. Bud and Barney sat together at the top of the hill, watching me. Somehow I get the feeling they are blaming me for the snow as no sooner do I reach the top then they both get up and turn to walk slowly to the cabin. The cold and snow of the long winter can not be feeling good on the two old dogs.
The wife opens the door and Duncan comes flying out of the cabin, jumps off the deck to sail out into the snow and runs past the old dogs to race past me before losing his rear legs trying to make a turn and wipes out in the snow. He is back up and at my side with his tongue hanging out and giving me the look of "I meant to do that" What can I say Duncan just cracks me up and I reach down to rub one of his ears and call him a crazy pup. The wife lets the old dogs into the cabin and I stop at the stairs to take a breather. A couple of robins are singing and I look for them. On the garden fence post I see a couple. I know they are a couple because one robin is singing away and the other one is looking away but no doubt has to be listening. The wife is telling her mate " I told you so, we should have stayed down south longer, we could have been warm and dry at my sisters in Atlanta" I know this because I speak robin.
The box in my hand holds a fishing tackle order, Several of the guys got together and we made an order sharing in the discount by buying in quantity. Chuck has been asking about the order as he has a mess of spinnerbaits and trailers. I put the box on the deck and with Duncan I head to the wood pile. That is where I was headed when I first came outside. The wood pile is on its last row, winter had better end here soon or I will be out of this year's wood and will have to dig into next years pile. I don't really want to do that, it is just plain depressing. I grab and arm load and Duncan helps by bring a stick with. I walk back to the cabin and lookout over the lake, I am really hoping I won't have to shovel the dock off for fishing opener here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM||comments (0)|
THE TIRED SNOW shovels lean up against the cedar siding of the cabin, alongside rest a couple of leaf rakes waiting their turn to go to work. Not going to happen today for them as I am looking out the den window at falling snow. Some wind moves the long tubes of the wind chimes just enough for them to bang softly together, they sound like a distant Buddhist gong. If Stormy Clearweather is correct with her forecast the soft wind chimes are going to soon sound like the first day of band practice at middle school. Just when parts of the big garden are starting to show dirt more snow is going to fall. I can't tell you how old this is getting, not just this year but the same thing happen last year to. A little token snow is fine come spring, I can live with that, but the forecast is calling for as much as twelve inches and you know sometimes the weather people actually get it right.
Yesterday I was down at Big Earl's General Store, had a list of things I needed to buy. Lots of little projects that are just piling up and I needed to start on them. There was some grumbling about the weather from customers who stood blocking the aisles but then there always is. Thing is we can't do a thing about it but having yet another winter storm in spring is going to make summer feel that much shorter, and it is short enough already. I had enough stuff on my list to buy that I pulled out a shopping cart and started pushing it down the aisle. I took a left to the outdoors section as I was looking for some new outdoor furniture for the deck at home. The stuff we have is showing its age and I have been kind of looking the past few years on replacing it. Trouble is I am looking at buying some wood chairs and no one seems to make anything in wood anymore. Even here at the General Store it is just a bunch of thin metal or plastic weave that looks like it will rust or rot through after a few seasons outdoors.
I didn't notice them when I came in but this time of year the big water tanks are usually by the front door filled with baby chicks. I found a couple of the tanks back by the patio furniture and the heat lamps were only on over one tank that had a few ducklings in it. Even the baby chicks are behind schedule it would appear. I wandered around the rows of garden tractors and pull behind mowers. I looked at priced tags and shook my head some. I then weaved my way through the fishing tackle and even though the shelf's were stocked and the pegboard hooks full I didn't see anything that I needed. Finally getting past the distractions I made by way to the paint department and got a can of flat black and then over too electrical to buy a new flood light bulb. House wash was on sale and I picked up some, sooner or later this summer I am going to stain the cabin and I will need to clean the siding off. Looking at my list I headed back to the paint department. Stain brushes were on sale so I got a few of them along with some roller covers for an indoor project. Next stop was clothing, I needed a few replacement tee shirts but I had to stop to answer my phone.
I have a cell phone and it rarely goes off, I feel that the fewer people I tell my number to the less calls I will receive. I always seem to get looks when I do answer my phone as I always just say out loudly "Yes Mr. President" and for a few second's people around me get real quiet. This call was from my grand daughter, so it was an important call that I had to take. After a few yes yes yes from me I ended the call and then walked back to the ducklings where I took a picture and then forwarded it to my daughters phone so the grand daughter could see the ducklings. I then went back to shopping.
As I sit at my desk here in the den the snow has picked up some, the deck is now white and the handles on the shovels and rakes are resting places for snow flakes. I can hear the wind blowing through the trees and the wind chimes have a little more sway into them. Duncan walked over to the deck door looked out and then made his way back to me. He bumped his head against my knee and I moved so he could climb under the desk and lay at my feet. His head is resting on my foot and he just gave me a heavy sigh, Winter can come to an end anytime here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 15, 2014 at 3:15 PM||comments (0)|
I WOKE UP at three this morning, I didn't do it on purpose but I knew there was going to be a lunar eclipse and when you get old you have an internal clock that just goes off by itself. I woke up and went to the bathroom and as long as I was up I headed to the kitchen. For some reason I had a craving for a soda. A couple of black cats crossed by path but that is OK, they are mine. I got to the kitchen and no sooner did I open the door to the fridge when I heard the stereo meowing of my two black tom cats Buff and Smokie. I got out a piece of sliced cheese and gave them each half, a blatant bribe to keep them quiet so the wife would not hear me in the fridge. I took a can of soda to the living room and tried to open the can quietly in the still of the night. It took but three long sips to finish the can and in-between sips I looked out the window at the moon. I thought about getting out the camera but I figured I could just go on the computer and see pictures shot with better equipment then what I have. A satisfying burp later and I was headed back to bed, the black cats leading the way like mine sweepers in the darkness.
With the wind blowing and snow in the forecast for tomorrow I needed to go find some warmth. I was out in my greenhouse but it is barren in there. It has been too cold to move the little seedling out there as I normally do by this time of the year. I still need to do a cleaning in there but it did smell pretty good as I gathered up some small pots to bring in the cabin to do some transplanting. A few old cherry tomato plants are still in their pots and a couple of shriveled up and dried out pepper plants add to the earthly smell. Warm but not warm enough to leave plants out there overnight yet. I drove into town and headed over to Diggers Garden Center. He has a big greenhouse there and I walked in the front doors of the store and then made my way back to the greenhouse entrance. My daughter works there so I can come and go as I please in the greenhouse.
I opened the door to the greenhouse and was greeted with warm moist air and the aroma of tomato and pepper plants. A delivery of flowers had arrived and they were spread out on the big center table. The daughter greeted me and then went to wait on a customer. I noised around the flowers some and then went out to get the cart that the daughter had set a side for me. I have been putting it off but it was time to get my cart of onion sets and tatters. No sooner do you put something in a cart and put a name on it then people think it is something special and want to buy what is in the cart. An old trick of the greenhouse is to take plants and mark them as being SAVED and sure enough someone will come and want to buy what is in the cart. Works really good when the sign says it is for the town or county. Big Earl uses the same trick when he hangs them little yellow tags on stuff saying that it is the last one he has in stock.
With spuds and onions I added a couple of bags of soil and some seeds, I had added some Butterfly Weed seeds to my order and they went in the cart. I pushed out to the checkout and paid for everything getting the daughters discount along with my HIYA discount. Out to the Tahoe and I opened the doors and emptied the cart. A few small bags of tatters were going to my place but the rest were going to the RESORT where we are going to expand the garden and add these seed tatters to some we saved from last year's garden. The dirt was going home to be used for transplanting cherry tomatoes and my tobacco plants. The Tahoe was at least starting to smell a little spring like inside. The smell of tatters, onions and black dirt mixed in well with the mud that Duncan has been tracking in.
I went to the RESORT where I unload the tatters and onion sets into the BAIT ROOM. Good as place as any to store them till we can get around to tilling the garden and planting. They were not sitting in the corner for more then thirty minutes when Arlo came by to chat and saw them sitting there. He asked Vic how much we were selling the tatters for. Vic told Arlo they were not for sale then asked me if he should put a sign on them saying they are not for sale. I told him no I will find some other place to store them. Soon as we put a sign on them then someone will come and make Vic a offer he can't refuse, that is how it works, here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 14, 2014 at 3:25 PM||comments (0)|
HAD AN ITCH to take a drive yesterday so I grabbed a stogie from my stash and me and Duncan climbed into the Tahoe and we did a road trip. I think back in the old days they use to call it a Sunday drive. I can remember a few of them Sunday drives back in the day. Usually it was into the big city to go to Dairy Queen. Always thought it was interesting that the country folk would drive into town and the town folk would drive out to the country. Now a days a lot of people live out in the country but work in the city. Can't say the same for to many people working out in the country and living in the city, if that makes any sense.
So with the window just cracked to let smoke out for me but open wide enough in the back for Duncan to stick his head out we took a drive. Ditches that were just a few weeks ago piled high and deep with snow just have water in them. Pretty cold looking water at that I thought as I drove down the road. I spotted a couple of deer and a rabbit running across the road. A raccoon who did not make it across was on the shoulder. Some geese flying low looking for a place to land, the pond they were by was still froze and you could see the tracks that snow mobiles had made during the winter. A few horses were out and they would look up from the snow they were nuzzling and give us that horse look.
Not a lot of people out I noticed. You would think people would be out working in the gardens or mending fences. Getting lawn tractors up and running. Might be all the snow on the ground and the blowing wind was keeping them in. Sunshine Ray is forecasting a chance of more snow come midweek. Enough that it will stick to the ground and shovels may be needed. Pretty tuff to work in a garden still buried in snow and too cold to paint a fence because the paint will freeze before it will dry. There is water to be seen, the rivers are open and flowing near the top of their banks. Everything is black and white along the river, no color to be seen. No green grass or green leaves on trees. No colorful rowboats or canoes on the water. No bright red coolers or daisy printed sun hats. Just cold dark water with snow on the banks and an occasional ice chuck floating down river to go under a white colored concrete bridge. Winter is still holding on and she has a firm grip.
I pulled the Tahoe off the road and went down a narrow track that ends up at the lake. Just enough room in the summer to park a couple of trucks with trailers. It has not been plowed but the snow has melted enough where other people have driven down and made the turn to come back up. I figure if the tracks went down and came back up then I should be able to do the same. I follow the tracks and drive slowly, Duncan has his head out the window and I can hear him snorting in the air taking in all the smells that he can. I drive right up to the edge of the lake and I stop in the same spot where others have before me. I get out and Duncan climbs from the back set to the front and out the door to the snow covered ground. Head down he goes to work sniffing and inventorying smells.
I follow in the footsteps of someone who has been here before me. They lead to the waters edge where just a little sliver of water separates the shore from the ice of the lake. I stand and look out at the ice the same way I am guessing someone else did before me. Less then a month till fishing opener, things are going to have to speed up I am thinking. I turn and head back to the Tahoe, I give Duncan a Whoop Whoop and he runs back to the truck before skidding to a stop and sniffing something that somehow he missed. I give him a minute because I know he needs it. He is satisfied and bounces the last few yards to me and hops into the truck and into the back seat. I wipe the snow off the seat that he left me and climb in myself. I turn around in the small space and drive up slowly back to the road.
I just reach the road when a pick up comes slowly to a stop. We exchange head nods and I pull out onto the road as he pulls into my tracks and heads down the narrow track to the lake. No doubt he is going to check on the ice just like I did, here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 13, 2014 at 1:45 AM||comments (0)|
AT THE RESORT today, a tackle order came in and we have it spread across the great table in the main room. Pretty good timing I was thinking as the weather has changed and outside right now the wind is blowing strongly and the trees are swaying back and forth. Some rain is falling but not a lot. Just enough to get ya wet if you stood in the same place long enough. I was planning on doing some work outside here but with the rain that plan has changed. Duncan came up with me and he has already made a tour of the grounds and checked out all the rooms that are open to him inside. He is now laying on the floor stretched out to take up as much space as he can. Vic with his eye glasses low on his nose is tending the tomato seedlings that are sitting on the wide window sills of the main room. Watering and poking and prodding the little green plants.
The deck is clear of snow, yesterday day Hammering Hank and Skinny spent time with the ice choppers and broke the piles of snow and ice up and then pushed the mess out off the edge of the deck to melt. Today's rain has the deck clear of any snow that was left and I was thinking of taking a broom out but I think I would be better off using a hose, that is if it was not raining. With that job tabled I went back to check on Elmer and Marv who were working in the Bait Room. The shelves have been cleaned and rearranged along with some new pegboard hung. They were spending more time walking around with their coffee mugs then really working but we are not in any real hurry. The sound of water bubbling can be heard as one of the minnow tanks has a few minnows swimming around in it. The bait room outside door is on the lee side of the wind and they had the inside door open. The screen door kept the rain out but let the noise and the smells in. I walked over to the door and holding my own coffee cup I stood and looked out at the little ice covered bay.
The bottoms of the turn over row boats can be seen. The metal attracting the sun shine when it is out and heating up to melt snow away from the boats in a widening circle. Yesterday Vic told me a couple of geese were hiking around the shoreline but he has not seen them today. Vic's ice shanty rests on the shoreline, Hank has already promised to build him a better one for next season. Vic has a white board where he has been writing down what he wants in the new shack, it seems to change every couple of days. Hammering Hank seems to think he can recycle the old ice shack and turn it into a chicken coop. The idea of having fresh eggs up at the resort is a good one and we are going to see if Chuck will take on a few extra chicks till we can get a coop ready up here. With the pegboard clean I start to bring in tackle from the table and we start filling hooks and rearranging things. No hurry we just hang one item on a hook so we can see how everything is going to fit.
I was hoping to do some work in the wood shop this afternoon. Was going to start a fire in the potbelly stove and tune in the baseball game this afternoon. The long wire that we hung last summer for an antenna is still up, I thought for sure the wind or snow would have pulled it down over the winter. I am having second thoughts about going out there now as the wind is going to steal all my heat from inside the shop. I sat down in the first booth and watched Duncan as he lay on the floor and watches me with one eye. I think he has the right idea, it might just be that kind of day to just sit back and watch other people work here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 11, 2014 at 2:45 PM||comments (0)|
Pete's Pond has also been added to join the Wolf River cam in Wisconsin. Pete's Pond is coming to you from New Zealand!
You can find the cams by clicking on the links.
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 11, 2014 at 2:10 PM||comments (0)|
NOT AS WARM a day yesterday but the snow is going and revealing more of what has been hidden under it for months. This morning I was up early for me and I took a stroll with the dogs around the yard. The dog trails that cris cross the yard have now melted to the ground and once the trail hits grass they seem to widen on their own. The wheel barrow that just a few days ago had nothing but the top of the handles sticking out of the snow now has the entire wheelbarrow revealed. I open the work shop roll up door to let out the old March air and let in some fresh April air.
Robins have been moving in as I saw a couple more this morning, geese to have been showing up as I saw a flight go by in a hurry to get somewhere. Standing pools of water have disappeared and in town the street gutters are clear and free flowing again. Streets are dry and dirty with piles of snow still along the curbs covered in gravel and sand. A good spring rain is needed to clean things up. Back at home the Dodge just has a pile of snow and ice in front of it. All the snow in the bed has melted away and just for the heck of it I dug my keys out of my pocket. I opened the door which creaked loudly stuck the key in the ignition and turn it expecting nothing but it started right up. I patted the truck on the dash and said "Good girl" I let it run for a few minutes and gave it a walk around as it idled away. Mentally I was making a list for the old truck, oil change, some fresh gas. Maybe some touch up paint and for sure a trip to town and the car wash. Not today though as there is still a snow and ice pile as high as the front bumper in the way. I turned the key off and slammed the door closed, adding some WD-40 for the hinges to my list.
It was not on my list of things to do yesterday but I found myself walking past Burt and Bart's Barbershop and there was an open chair calling my name. The thought of a haircut was on my mind as I tried to put on a cap that morning and was having a hard time keeping it on. I exchanged HIYA' s with a couple of the guys who were sitting around just making small talk and sat down in the empty chair. Bart with a comb in one hand and a scissors in the other approached me with a grin in his eyes and a comment about what he could do. I told him I just wanted a trim and he made me an offer. Told me he would give me a decent haircut and today's special was beard trimming that he would throw in for free. Always looking for a deal I told him to cut away. Been fall since I had a haircut and the beard is usually kept closely cropped but this winter I had let it grow. I settled back into the chair and Bart started clipping and talking.
My dentist Mike when he gets me in his chair starts asking me questions that I can never answer because he has his fingers in my mouth or has me so numbed up I can't make words come out as intended. Sitting in the barber's chair I have a nice conversation with Bart and the rest of the guys. Was not to long for my hair to start piling up on the floor around me and the clicking of the scissors seemed to be loud in my ears. Topics of conversation ranged from the weather to hockey to ice out to fishing and of course if I was going to have any camping spots open at the Resort. I was asked about Chuck's ponies leaving and if he, Chuck that is had found any beef to buy yet to replace them. Does not take to long in town for people to find out about other people's business.
Bart seemed to be taking his time cutting my hair, guess it was a slow day. He spent a lot of time stepping back from the chair and talking. He jabbed his scissors out in the air from time to time when he wanted to make a point. I learned long time ago you don't want to get in to a heated argument with him when he is cutting your hair. Or be next in the chair after he has had an argument with someone else. A few questions about how long I wanted my summer beard to be and I was spun in the chair to face the mirror to see what he had done. The questions about how long I wanted my beard were asked after he had cut my beard as he had gotten distracted by talk of DOC's retirement. I nodded my approval and he slipped the apron off my shirt and gave me a quick once over with the shop vac. I took my cap off the tree rack and had to adjust the ban to make it smaller. Looks good I said out loudly and Bart said "Yup, just what your wife ordered" I gave him a look and paid him. "You can get your tip from my wife" I said with a grin and stepped out of the shop and onto Main Street here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 10, 2014 at 4:25 PM||comments (1)|
I have added the Wolf RIver Cam to the links, watch some big walleys!
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 10, 2014 at 2:35 PM||comments (0)|
SIXTY-TWO DEGREES out yesterday, don't think it has been that warm since sometime last October. Snow is melting and brown ground is appearing around the base of trees and along the fence line. I can see a darkness under the snow in the garden where I plant cucumbers. The snow cover must be thin there. I have been moving snow on the deck from the piles to where the sun has heated the wood, I am enjoying watch the snow melt and then the water drip down between the cracks in the decking. Almost like payback against mother nature. Last night a few hours after darkness fell the sky was lit up as lighting flashed across the sky. North of the cabin a thunderstorm was moving across the area. I was hoping for some rain here but just a few drops fell and the storm missed us. A good rain would help melt even more snow.
Garden is still deep in snow but this morning I saw a few robins standing on top of the fence posts. They did not look none to happy but as soon as Duncan saw them they took to wing and headed towards Chuck's place. Frank the mailman honked his horn this morning, I was out on the deck kicking at snow and sipping on some coffee. I walked down to the mailbox and like a kid at Christmas I had a few packages along with the envelopes hiding bills. I do like Spring, besides all the obvious reason of melting snow and grass growing, this time of the year is when my fishing orders start to arrive. Today I got my mount for my Flip cameras that will allow me to put my camera on a pole and take video from new angles and heights. I quickly got out a camera and attached the camera to a pole and started doing some test shooting.
I ran the camera now attached to a sixteen foot long painter poll around the cabins eves. I should have done this years ago I am thinking as I took a video of my roof and inside my rain gutters without having to get a ladder out. I am looking forward to shooting some video out on the water this season having the camera high over head to get some different vantages points of catching fish and just a different look at fishing. With the video shot I played it back on the den computer and thought this is pretty slick. With Duncan looking over my shoulder I put the camera back on the stick and this time shot some video low, like from a dogs point of view. Yup this is going to work pretty slick.
Another package had some lures I ordered and I tucked them out of sight and distracted the wife with some of the footage I shot when she came in the den to see what came in the mail. Parking area has some dry rock on it, I am sure you would not have to dig much with the tip of your toe to find water though. Roofs may be clear of snow but a lot on the ground and then it is going to take awhile for the ground to dry out. Dodge is almost free of snow and it looks like it should after a winter of snow on it. Few more days and I should be able to pop the hood open and give the battery a charge. Some fresh gas and an oil change and it will be ready for another summer. One more month till fishing starts, I sure hope it goes by quickly here at Lake Iwanttobethere
|Posted by Bobby Bass on April 9, 2014 at 12:45 PM||comments (0)|
FAT & SHORT SHOP was not busy when I came through the door. Slim the owner greeted me and we exchanged HIYA'S and said he would be right with me as he walked by carrying a stack of shoe boxes. Slim who is actually slim moved to Lake Iwanttobethere several years ago. He told me that he had enough of the big city and always wanted to have a nice little shop that would let him get to know his customers and have some flexible hours. When he first got here it was a big and tall men's shop but after the first year Slim had it figured out that most of the guys who came through his door were looking for shirts to cover their guts and a lot of tourists that were looking for something with Lake Iwanttobethere on it.
With the help of Katrina the town artist and Hammering Hank and Skinny he hung a new sign and renamed the place. Fat & Short Shop brings in customers who want to know who would name their shop that. Would never see a name like that in the big city, he would have skinny people protesting. A lot of guys around town are just short with guts, myself included. It would also cover a lot of farmers around here, for every tall farmer with a piece of straw in their mouth is a short farmer with a bologna sandmich in their hand. Going to Al-Mart in the city you can get bigger tee shirts but they are never long enough and they charge you for the extra material. Slim has shirts and more importantly pants that fit us short legged guys. Nothing worse then trying to buy a pair of pants that fit ya in the gut but the pant legs are a foot past your toes. Having twelve inch cuffs was not cool when you were back in school nor are they when you are an adult.
Another problem with buying big shirts is you get sleeves that hang halfway down your forearm when you buy a big enough shirt to cover your gut. Here at the Fat & Short Shop shirts actually fit you in the shoulders and arms and cover your gut without having to stuff a lot of extra material in the back of your pants. Slim also carries a mess of shoes and boots in the wide category, Us short fat people tend to have wide feet to. I went over to the tee shirt rack and picked out a couple of your basic gray, blue and green shirts. I picked the ones with two pockets on the front because one pocket is not always enough. I paid for the shirts and made some small talk, mostly about if Slim has found any rain bibs that will fit a short fat guy and he told me he is still looking. With my shirts in one arm I shook his hand and left.
Got back to the cabin and was greeted by all three dogs, Duncan seem real happy to see me and as I stepped up on the deck he grabbed my hand and took me around the side of the cabin. There on the snow covered ground was the big ice dam from the roof. I checked around the other side and that one too had fallen. No damage that I could see so I was a happy camper when I went into the cabin. The wife seeing the tee shirts under my arm told me that she was glad I went out and got some shirts, she had already cleaned out a spot in the drawer for them. I set the new shirts on the table and headed back to the bedroom to see what good shirts of mine she had taken. I got distracted by the telephone ringing.
Today the forecast of Sunshine Ray is calling for us to hit sixty in the shade, I sure hope it happens. I have plans to dig the BBQ out and maybe dropping a couple of steaks on it for an early dinner tonight. With the ice dams now off the roof that means there is nothing left up there to melt. Lot of snow on the ground but there are a few places under the trees where you can see some dirt. The rag box is at the cabin deck door for wiping the dog's feet off when they come in from outside. So far no mud and the old dogs know better then to go looking for the mud. Duncan on the other hand has not figured out that he should stay out of the water and makes a point of going where ever he wants to go. A sixty degree day would sure make it feel like Spring is here and dare I say we could be looking forward to summer here at Lake Iwanttobethere